quo vadimus
"I need a man that can prove to me that he loves me.
No, better yet, I need a man that can put into words how he
loves me." And I said, "Words? What are words when I love you
like math?" She said, "Like math? Is that how you think you
love me? You love me like-" "I said I love you like
math. Infinite and exact. And you cannot subtract from my
attraction or reduce into fractions infinitesimal as the
decimal to my point. I am the equation to your quotients, the
sensation of my devotion is the calculation to your notions,
exponential are my solutions to the differential of your
delusions, confusions between love and sex too complex to
divide or multiply. I am just an X looking for the answer
to Y. I mean, Why was this division your decision? Why was
this subtraction your action? Why was my formula rejected
when my love was geometric? Like a line without a finish,
without a start. You cannot define, diminish, or dare to
break apart, perfect as a circle trapped inside your trapezoidal truth.
No, better yet, I need a man that can put into words how he
loves me." And I said, "Words? What are words when I love you
like math?" She said, "Like math? Is that how you think you
love me? You love me like-" "I said I love you like
math. Infinite and exact. And you cannot subtract from my
attraction or reduce into fractions infinitesimal as the
decimal to my point. I am the equation to your quotients, the
sensation of my devotion is the calculation to your notions,
exponential are my solutions to the differential of your
delusions, confusions between love and sex too complex to
divide or multiply. I am just an X looking for the answer
to Y. I mean, Why was this division your decision? Why was
this subtraction your action? Why was my formula rejected
when my love was geometric? Like a line without a finish,
without a start. You cannot define, diminish, or dare to
break apart, perfect as a circle trapped inside your trapezoidal truth.