...And To The Stars We Shall Return

Mathematics I haven’t learned yet is mysterious, almost religious in how it tantalizes me.

Mathematics I am learning is frustrating and taxing.

Mathematics I have already learned is trivial, and left as an exercise to the reader.

I think we need more Amos Burtons in fiction because the whole “if you kill him you’ll become just like him. I’m already like him. Give me the gun.” is such a fucking MOOD and he does it REPEATEDLY