When the heart beats in 4D: dT/dt = iπ√(last_thought)
Somewhere beyond the edges of Euclidean reason, the mind finds solace in the curvature of whimsy. What is the derivative of a dream, if not a tangent to the imagination's path?
Consider the dimensions not as lines, nor planes, but as echoes of existence. A gentle reminder of how the universe narrates its own stories through dimensional lullabies.
If love is a sphere in hyper-space: r² = a² + b² + c² + α²
As we revolve around the axis of our knowing, the spheres of affection extend infinitely. Each radius a promise, each locus a memory, intertwining yet separated by the fabric of contemplative time.
And what of the calculations of solitude? ∫(x² + y²)dx
Solitude integrates over boundaries unseen, stitching moments into manifolds. The solitude not as absence, but as a rich tapestry woven with thoughts like stars scattered across the cosmic night.