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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