/lit/ - Literature

I think I'm smart but whenever I read about the thoughts and ideas of great mathematicians I feel like a caveman smacking together rocks. Mathematics is the purest and most realized expression of ideas, capable of extending to worlds of thought that mere language can never reach.

While I do believe I can understand the same concepts as these mathematicians, because the concept is separable from the means that derives it, I don't know enough math to participate in the active construction of these intellectual palaces. And my unmathematized thinking is second rate, conveying a blurry and imperfect image of the concepts rather than a pristine one in all its glory.

The best of the best are operating on a level that shapes the whole future of human thought, and I am a mere peasant praying to them as gods so that their knowlege might rain down upon my fallow and parched fields of words.