I watched from a different dimension
Where eyes of mortals couldn't catch I.
And from there I watched.
Me's back faced I
And an opened book lay on table behind.
Me's chalk would scribble on the board
Lines and symbols.
Me would go back and evaluate,
Reference from the book,
Go back to the board
And scratch the Hot head.
Me whispers some words.
I watch as these become a habit
Until,
YES! Me let out.
At last I smile because the math Problem cracks.
That's me at work.
i respect who r good at maths because i am bad at that.. hi hi
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an entertaining description of a young (or old i suppose) mathematician at work. it sounds more like fun to me....i mean for you, not for me. thanks for sharing. :) please find and equation (a workable one) to solve all of humanity's problems. thanks in advance.