Mathemalchemy

An aroused sense of divine connection to numbers, an intangible drunken spell of mathematical musings. Abstractions as sacred prayer. He caressed golden pages with formulas, linear equations, handsome theories, the ink from his quill pen spilling out love for what he knew only as art. Math drenched infatuation all over his skin, lit up his mind with warm, electric pulses. He spent hours watching eights chase infinity. Entire afternoons coloring in zeroes with possibility.

Steven alchemized when the midwife neglected the “t” on his birth certificate. “A little wonder of our world!” his mother buzzed. Seven just laughed. Mathstruck madness.