I have almost forgotten how elegant a pure science like math is. The way numbers come together in a totally empirical way to demonstrate truths about life is almost spellbounding (/cue DSTAnerds agreement). In the same way, theatre is equally beautiful when it captures so much about what it means to be human in a single spectacle on stage.
Its like that feeling when you walk through a museum, marvelling at the exhibits. I know I'm not nearly as brilliant as the mathematicians and theatre practictioners out there are who create such beauty...and I probably never ever will be in a million years. In fact, something will be seriously wrong with the world if it elevates me to that status. However, I will pay my entrance fee by studying them both as much as I can, just to be able to appreciate and touch the magic.
But then again, most of life is spent between these poles...on much more waffly things. Things like watching through entire series of Bones. Things like painting nails. Things like cleaning the inside of second-floor windows to realise all the dirt is on the other side. Things like wondering what makes people look good and what makes one look terrible. Things like other people. Things like myself.
WaffleBlaffleClaffle. Such is life when the high of window cleaner is wearing off.
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