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and i like the half solutions too
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if you multiply 5x5 you get 25. simple. easy. i was never a math wiz, but i like the circles more than the squares because when i look for them in the numbers, i always come up short. there are too many of them, numbers, i mean. they're not like letters and its scary because infinity is scary, but there is infinity in words too and i think i like that sort of infinity more because when you add words to each other there is no right answer. numbers are too sharp, too perfect and simple. but i don't think in simplicity, i like the wrong answers and i like the half solutions too, because words can never truly be wrong, they are all too beautiful for that.
still, circles. i sometimes think they are following me around, and i wonder, then, if maybe we are circling each other in turn, because we have no stopping point, no chinks in our armor; there are no sharp edges or rough corners to trip on and so when i see their infinity i can't help but love it, because the circles and the words are of the same sort, more than right, less than wrong, and everything in between.
the squares scare me, i think. i try not to show it. i try to laugh with them and join in their camaraderie but i don't want their attention because they are just as sharp as the numbers and i am afraid that they will trick me with their edges and leave me with nowhere left to hide. i have no corners of my own to shield me from their view, nothing to keep them from breaking my infinity and i fear that my own laughter will give me away. i don't know what is so funny.
still, the triangles are worse, their edges sharper, and so i do my best to avoid them all together. with their points and their formulas, i am terribly awed by their courage. to turn from one side to the next only to fall again in a different way than before. but to admire courage is not the same as finding it yourself and there are so many places to look that i don't know where to begin.
so i circle. and i care for the beautiful words like a gardener would their garden. i hope that when they bloom, maybe they will bring with them the courage i seek.
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Hey hey, thousands of explanations can be there!
When you come to think about straight lines and curves, they're even worse. Much sharper. Or when you shift from flat geometric shapes to 3-D objects. Not only can they be sharp, but also heavy. First stab you, and then squash you.
I always liked math. I liked the order. The rules. The sharp edges. I didn't have to venture far from shore. There was safety in those buoyed rules. Still, infinity always boggled my mind a bit. Infinity and nines. Words are boundless; there are no wrong answers, just right and more or less right. I think that is part of what scares me about them! Lucy, I love this, and it perfectly represents madness! Well done!