Equation

Someone said that working through difficult equations was like walking in a pure and beautiful landscape – the numbers glowing like works of art. And in the same crowded room a woman I thought I didn’t like was singing to herself – talking and listening but singing to herself too and instantly with the logic of numbers I liked her as if she had balanced something I couldn’t. The corridors are long and pristine but I’m not lost – just working towards some minute or overwhelming equipoise.