Yet, that is not what mathematics is. It is the elegant description of the universe. It is, to those who engage the language, a poem of creation's glory. Such is cosmology.
Listening last week to the dialogue of leadership. The 'solving' of 'problems' ... in that the 'fix' the 'help' the ... whatever the language is... it becomes the removal of impediment. When that impediment is another part of community, then the language stops being that of community and becomes that of refuse, trash, label and diminishment. It labels so that the removal is not of something that is as I am but is of that 'other' who is different, crazy, hysterical, or even a danger to this 'better' or more reasonable ...
Until we can move, once again, past this positional stance and engage the whole of community, the repeat of the cycle of, and dance with ... it is perennial. And in that knowing, there is something to smile about.
It is a glorious day of wind, sun and fall. A glorious day indeed.