There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.
I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.
It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.
Absence becomes the greatest Presence.
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.
In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.