Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Imaginarium of the Anachronistic
My mind churns in its solitary den;
An imaginative recluse guiding my pen.
Functions, derivatives, integrals ensue,
But without proofs, they cannot hold true.
My ink's deductions the blood of my art,
I'm a logician and math is my heart.
Purge all emotion, and become a construct of rationality.
Purge all motion, and transcend the external fantasy.
Submit to your mind, the sovereign of your reality,
Slave to your perception and hermit of insanity.
"Errare humanum est ignoscere divinum."