gravity,
you amaze me with your
paradoxical pull
grasshoppers, greenshanks,
groveling serfs and grandiose kings
all feel your wicked weight
the bearable lightness of being
is at your cosmic command

some wear you like gossamer, others filigree
for the forlorn, you are ball and chain
for Sir Isaac, you were scripture,
chapter, and verse, Mathematica

you keep me and thee tethered
with invisible faithless cord
to this spinning stone
to attempt to defy you is folly
even with rockets at full ******
for ultimately we must
again bear your weight
but, grave though I have called your grip
you beatifically bestow
this bearable lightness of being
that cannot be seen or heard
only felt

You only need two points
To draw a linear function.
2 points
                  of reference...
From this you can derive the equation
y=mx+b
And the line goes on forever, never
wavering or changing and
2 events can predict the
                   future behavior of the graph
When it is linear.
I have you and another, I've tried twice
2 events and 2 points.
You do not love me,
                  I loved
Another took our friendship for more:
                   I feel more.
But that does not matter, at the end
I was in pain, twice I miscalculated yet
I'm good at math, shouldn't I see the
                    pattern now?
Now I draw a line on the graph
That goes on for infinity.

"...In Tempore quoad ordinem successionis; in Spatio quoad ordinem situs locantur universa..."
--D. Isaaci Newtoni, "Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica."

Language was grown into the vines to make the food interesting.  The animals, who evolved their own sustenance, drew synergy out of the completion which could not be expected to vary as a potential, a desire, in the course of the rise.  From the deep cushion, something had repelled softness to surprise eternity within the inevitable vibration.  This was comprehended by elephants and giraffes.

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In the darkness of the cool months, the heat was measured at a single temperature, the universal presence of a glass of (cold, hot) water seeking the measure of the thermometer.  The wolves measured it freezing.  The lizards in the desert remembered the dreams of ants wandering to be described as particles of light.

All the ways of math are so hard to memorize, its study is more about the (not) mere study than the completion of pedagogy.
That is the difference between the genius and the degree.
Study, reflect, wrestle, struggle.
That is the very definition of genius, not an A on every course.
Moreover, although it would seem that one could complete the pedagogy, it is never complete unless the whole is memorized and one is capable of using any part of it at the drop of a hat.
I don't even know if I've met someone like this, although some professors on YouTube seem to exemplify this.