Proof

我寫出最完美的數學公式，證明了我的父親一個偉大的數學家天才早已經死亡。
看著他蒼老的背影，我恐懼。

father says:

Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X.
Let X equal the cold. It is cold in December.

The months of cold equal November through February.


There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature.


In February it snows.

In March the Lake is a lake of ice.


In September the students come back and the bookstores are full.


Let X equal the month of full bookstores.


The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four.

I will never be as cold now as I will in the future.

The future of cold is infinite.
The future of heat is the future of cold.


The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September...


daugher says:
How many days have I lost?


How can I get back to the place where I started?


I’m outside a house, trying to find my way in.


But it is locked and the blinds are down.


And I’ve lost the key.


And I can’t remember what the rooms look like?Or where I put anything.

And if I dare go in inside, I wonder,
Will I ever be able to find my way out?