The beauty that is never forseen.

What is real? They say; for is math truly real?

Can we rely on its patterns and discoveries? Possibly

What is art? They say; for is art part of math?

Art is, after all, beauty – beauty of expression

Can the same be said for mathematics?

Math is a cold art – dry and coarse – and ugly beauty if you will

Math is like a sculpture of stone; lifeless and trite, but still art

It was said that Chess didn’t become art till the wakes of Bobby Fischer

Well who fosters the art of math? Is its aesthetics left for dead?

We fail at math

We hate math

Well, then we hate art

We are ignorant to its beauty and benign grace of possibility and discovery

So, instead of hating mathematics, let’s rejoice in its power

Let’s open it for interpretation and try to understand its feelings

For it is necessary to appreciate art

And so for the appreciation of the aesthetic of mathematics

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