Liberal arts will always seem to carry forward messages which are unpalatable to a mathematician, except rules of language and the enactment of equal rights.
I probably did drugs and injured my brain so that I could love liberal arts and get the full breadth of life.
Now I find once again its inexactness revolting.
All their words are dependent on the right feeling, at the right time, in the right place.
It is so true that I write my own narrative, and it won't be until my last breath that my highest ideal is vindicated.
Yet now this very poem on this very website makes these implications hypocritical.