Farts: 1 Logic: 0

I failed math...well, nearly. More so, I effing hated it. However, I always seemed to be blessed with super supportive and patient teachers who cared enough to nurse me through to a passing grade...thanks Mr. Sparrow. Math was always so cold, boring. There was always the perfect answer and I get apprehensive around perfection. I just learned that our existence, our world and every individual on it may be an expression of a mathematical equation. First off, how can a math equation be expressive? Two plus two and so forth, are not emotional. Why give us the ability to feel if we are merely a hologram transposed onto an orb(earth at the moment)? Who created this equation...this equation which seems to cause such pain, suffering and often disappointment? Are we merely existing elsewhere and now at this moment in space and time, we are mirror images of our true and infallible selves? Three-d dolls with free will? I like the smell of my own farts. What does that equation look like? And why? Why am I given the opportunity to love my flatulence if we are one giant walking and talking numeric result? Would our thoughts and actions than not exist as a simple yet perfect answer? Why would we have questions if we are created by answers? On another plain, perhaps we could have all the solutions and be thriving in faultless harmony? Impeccable speech would rain down from the quadratic equation heavens and woe would be an unconscionable word. What form of energy spawned these inconceivable ripostes? Perhaps an enormous and omniscient wood chipper sucks in the necessary knowledge from across the infinite darkness and spews forth the very stuff dreams are made of...turns out it's simple calculus. Funny, the one subject I purely detest may contain within it, all the answers I strive for on a second to minute basis. I guess it's back to the wood chipper for me til the kinks be worked out and the problem is solved. On a lighter note...I am "silent disease" free, Fucko. So, perhaps next time you should wrap it up before jamming it into someone you've only known three seconds. This is the last time I will think of you, you selfish fuck of a flawed friend equation.