Deep in my heart, There's a crow who sings Songs of love For his darling wife. Their love lives on In my fragile heart. Though he's mute To others around, he is headstrong And keeps me moving. He's quiet still, Recalling the Memories of the past When his wife Still walked the earth- Before you Killed her with your words.
(Ultimately, at least for tonight) math is about how well I can logically uses elements together. A crow can use a tool to get another thing to use for something else. I imagine those who have accomplished the full pedagogy of math are the most capable of humans in using elements for "work".
you say that you, when something happens, choose fight over flight. yet. whenever I'm in trouble or sad or panicking or numb or angry or bloodied or bruised you run, you freak out, you leave, you vanish. you fly away, raven. so perching myself on this boney finger of Death's I, the crow, will caw until you return "to protect."