#euler's method

2017

so verstehe ich mathe.

die formel ja nicht, haha.

it's still sinking in

— nympheline

Yes, I suppose you're right. A step in one direction, maybe straying from the original idea, followed by step in another direction that is a little bit closer to that idea--as long as the steps aren't ridiculously huge, the reader can still make the connection in his mind. Writing has always been about prediction and approximation.

Still, if I am to draw from others, I must nevertheless stamp my own essence on what I write. I must sculpt the concept into something I can work with. I don't want to write something that doesn't feel true.

Sometimes I feel like I am bounded by the medium itself!

Language is a sorry approximation, as the meaning is always too big for the words; I can write volumes on a single thought and still have a little bit left over that I still cannot convey. There's always just a little dollop of meaning that gets left behind after you try to force it into the steady concreteness of a sentence.

To state it in simpler terms, I guess my real problem is that I am uninspired. "Inspiration," of course, is about the most diaphanous and wraith-like concept possible on which to rely. It floats about vaguely somewhere in the air, in that weird psychological ghost of ambiguity we term a "soul," or perhaps in that other strange little anomaly we call the "heart." I can't explain it. I've yet to meet someone who can. But I've lost it, and now I find myself without a guide. 

Thank you for replying so thoughtfully.

Hang on--I think that's the second time you've put something genuinely well-thought-out in my inbox!

I knew there was a reason I followed you. I've read some of your blog.

You have one of those unusually-perceptive eyes that expresses itself through lowercase letters, conjunctions of adjectives that shouldn't make sense--but do--and occasional caustic whiplash-wit. I love writers like you.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY RANT