Literature of Mathematics

Numbers have always scared the shit out of me. Not in the way they scare most people but rather because numbers are.. too infinite. I always believe poets when they say that everything is beautiful, everything that matters, everything that touches you Leaves. Ends. Terminates. Separates. Everything but the universe, everything but numbers, which is I guess why I fell in love with words; no matter how many you know, they reach an exhaustion point; a place in the universe where they stop existing. Most of us crave to own something immortal – a thing that can survive the institutes, the dangers, the absolutes, the conclusions of this world – is nothing worth holding on to?

I find refuge in words, numbers are too infinite, too bold, too emotionless to be just surviving endlessly, effortlessly.

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