We can get
accustomed
to being too
familiar
with the
familiar
paths in life
under the
mesmerizing
mood
of
moonlight
starlight
or
streetlight
and
wind-up
taking
unwitting
detours off
these
familiar
paths in the
light of day
and lose
our way.

सोना पसंद है मुझको मेरी जान से ज्यादा,
क्योंकि सपनों में देखता हूं अपनी ही जान,
आखें मिली तो वो पर्दा करे
उसकी ज़ुल्फ़ें जो बिखरी तो मेरी ज़िंदगी कुर्बान
वो जब आखों में देखे तो दौड़े मेरा दिल
कहे ये हर पल की अब तो थोड़ा हिल
जब पास हूं उसके तो कदर करता हूं उसकी
क्योंकि पसंद है वो मुझको मेरी जान से ज्यादा |

I could spend hours counting the freckles on your face

if that meant I could spend hours close enough to you to see them

I found how infrequently some points or lines could align with a hyperplane.
It sounds way harder than it was, probably because I used to not know the succession of steps to learn about R^n and the hyperplane.
They are easy to grasp but it used to not be as easy as 1,2,3.
But it really is a simple plane in n-1 dimensions of R^n.
Yet when I first encountered the word some years ago, it was quite mesmerizing.
I think math will always be mesmerizing except if I've encountered it in pedagogy.
With this understanding, I know that all math is stepwise succession within its branch.
But somehow this leaves things undone, probably because I can't cheat true and tried pedagogy.
That's what I really want to do.

The water
was lovely, dark, and deep;
wild and free
it called to me,
invited me in
what a shame i couldn’t swim.