When obscurity disguises itself in distinct knowledge,
And ignorance claims to be adequate intelligence,
Confusion conveniently establishing as the norm,
Excluding any possibility of contradiction, ...

Understanding is based on holding a malleable space in the mind.
2. Math allows a measure or order.
3. Math is like learning a foreign language - exposure!
4. There is a time to say "I can't" and a time to say "I can".
5. Personal hard work must be activated.
6. There will be a time time to invent, a time to watch, a time to solve problems, and a time to take notes - let them come out of desire.
7. Assumptions slowly transform into comprehension, forgetfulness slowly turns into memory.
8. Math is traveling through all the illusions to come into reality.
9. I will always make markers for my steps.
10. I will always say something about the motions.
11. I will always say something about my capacity.
12. I will always wish to discern qualities.
13. There will always be existential questions.
14. No one will be able to look beyond a good night's sleep, nor be able to see tomorrow.
15. "He" will become the Voice in which you hear math.

P.S. It is the simple math that is hardest to calculate, and not knowing how to solve a problem is the hardest math.

Let love be like affine geometry.
Affine geometry is where mathematical properties are preserved by parallel projection from one plane to another. These planes are our complexities residing in our individualism, together we will survive this mutualism.  
Let it be symbiotic and not symbolic.
Let the odds be even, even if you have to zero in on the odds.
Let the triangles of emotions be isosceles ( having 2 sides of equal length), the base will adjust.
Let the circle of emotions be  complete, let it end gracefully if it has to. Let it reach its starting point and let it be a full circle.
You be a semi - circle, I will be another. Together we will complete the circle.
From the centre, the axis of life will pass, sometimes the inclination will change, it will bend, life will adjust somehow but we will prevail.
Let the patterns of your life camouflage mine.
Let the eccentricities of your randomness be a little more constant and the variables of human nature will adjust.
Let us both try to solve this equation.
Let us try to prove it to be = and not less than < or >.
Let us both be one equation, equally split in parts and   meaning less without being equal.
Let us be rational and not irrational. Let us be reciprocative and not repetitive. Let us be simple but not complex or even simpler.
Let us be Mathematics.

A proof of truthful reading.
That it’s still of me and that I live:
Left out of and in crying,
Its [story’s] departure by pain of death trespassing.
Justly, so.

Every ending sentence of a subchapter
was here a melancholy more punctuating
Than all the statuses of things
Coming and leaving, explaining better
Than silence.

Lace in eyes/meshes of the numbers,
In God’s notebook.
Miracles of joy, of enigmas from Poetry
Poured had been into the study
In navy blue of mathematics.

The beige of rain of each dot
At the end of each subchapter.

Now I know what the blank pages are for:
Literature is a person,
At their death you don’t leave them
without a word, a touch.
You leave, at least, an epitaph,
with beloving or not.
For at one time you both decided
to bear with each other as one.
You let each letter have and bear
its part in your mind’s eye.

Every time you read:
“My memory lasts 80 minutes.”
Ellipsis.

Thank you
ありがとう

An idea that everything has an answer
defined by a set of numbers all together
letters and ideas mesh with them
creating all that is and will ever be
a solution to all even if it isn't found
the ability to make new variables
to make sense of all the nonsense
symbols that make up the connection
such comfort in knowing this now
that everything has a defined answer
no guesses and no wish wash maybes
a yes and a no a right and a wrong one
mathematics can solve all of it for us
math is everywhere and that is lovely