Apparently, I’m dumb enough to need to revise the basic maths that I learned in high school. That’s how it came about that recently, I took up this book and, as it opened on a random page, found out that there are notions in mathematics that were never defined. Like a point, or a set.
And for someone who used to look at (basic — the only kind I’m capable of grasping) maths as an area of certainty, where all notions are clearly defined, and where you can come and rest doing algebra, and be happy when the equations simply solve themselves with only a little help from you — that was a kind of epiphany.
Because, however silly that may sound, it made me think: all right, if not even maths can define everything, I should probably stop trying to do so to everything around, and inside me, and just settle for the terrific, heart-stopping, tongue-tying, life-saving uncertainty that I live in.