1. Words
Words are formed by letters. There is some interesting mechanism here, indeed fascinating. Letters only carry sounds. They carry no personalities. They are just a tool of mankind, to express their opinions, shallow or deep, tragic or sick... But words have a soul. Words are linked together by the fabric of our emotions: the human heart is words. They have the power in them, which makes them glow in the bland white of the sheet of paper they are written on. Words can influence fate. What we say are what we mean (a rather tragic reality). As such, there are certain words that can invoke feelings, which can invoke action, revolution, war, unrest, violence, and even the ultimate destruction of mankind. More interestingly, the length of the word is not proportional to its power. Long words mean little, while seemingly small words, five-lettered words, carry a poisonous dart, which immobilizes anyone daring enough to intrude its premise. Even the imagination of it is a sin. Yet it can never be avoided. It can be avoided at all costs in conversations and speeches, but it never leaves the heart.
2. The integral
The integral... ah... how mysterious. It is a symbol of Riemann summation, to sum up infinitely small parts together. Infinitely small trickles of feelings, combined with the function of emotion, are merged together. How quaint of a symbol, the integral. It sews together the fabric of his heart, and brews the recipe for drunkenness . It is what makes us human, the integral in our hearts. Every incident, every bit of memory, every sight of her, is an infinitesimal, a dx. The integral crawls on the contour of the function of his body, picking up every hair, every cell, every muscle, and shocks it with dx. Any instantaneous ability of thought is removed, and is replaced with uncontrolled areas and regions. Every point has its own location; Every line has its own direction. But for area... It is irrational, it is blurred, it is shaded, it is... S.
