> How can I share that feeling inside my brain algebraically closed fields give me?
Poetry.
Poetry.
it was correct by construction
stretchy compactness
continuity
we wrote numbers in the sand
watched the glass dance of entropy
against tired eyes
until our vision blurred
remaining only feeling
legs crossed in a field
blade of grass
simplification is hard work
it's clear there is no enemy
but misunderstanding it's clear there is no enemy
but misunderstanding