I scratched my nose and thought about how the wind is sometimes taken up and over my head in an undulating arching fashion. It's as if I could see it in translucent light. I would see the arch. Then I would say that I see God's math. Oh God's math. How beautiful a course that must be to take in heaven. The line must swing around the corner. The tag would read
God's Math 319 - Answer to everything!
Because it is all math. The way I love music is an equation. The way you smell after coitus is an equation. The idea of my knees shaking and the cards coming in a certain way to hit a full house is all magic math. Magical math that we don't understand. With my finger scratching my nose again I can see the prisms created by the light of the world of the math of God in front of you and all around me.