A cloudy day on the green bench. Yesterdays story was about this particular liver attached to the probability of death . Every body has one liver till he dies. Everybody has two kidneys except some who have just one. Till everybody dies and some. Some mathematics. Makes you yellow in liver. Some gall. Melancholy is a free flowing yellow river.
Mathematics is a river leading right up to death. Higher mathematics leaves a liver high and dry. A square root of -1 is infinitely closer to the horned creature. Buffalo horns.
A techie draws swords against humanity. He has gone bonkers under his turban. He was calculating the probability of a sword striking people at random. His maths was minus one’s square root.