Children who do not know who their parents are, often get the company of Absence instead, commonly marked by a lasting feeling of missing someone that matters. Galena knows this well. She remembers very little about her childhood and even lesser about where she came from or her birthdate for that matter. The only feeling that seems to amplifies over the years is her duality, a constant conflict swaying her from side to side: one moment she feels a sense of belonging, the next moment nothing. Always followed by a sense of loneliness and sometimes even anger. She calls it her daily dilemma and it's quite a chore.

One day, Galena receives a book that contains milliminion of symbols. She flips through each page but recognises nothing and the understanding is nil. On the last page, however, there is one that communicates with her - ☉ the symbol of the Sun. Upon the first gaze, Galena suddenly remembers that she has not seen  sunlight for a long long time. A simple realization that compels her to step outside, and outside of the dilemma of being herself. The Sun emits photons as always, the daughter is soaking it in as though for the first time.

máthēma is the face of Veritas while words are stories of truth.

数学是宇宙真相的基本答案， 

言语是宇宙真相的故事。

Black Spot

A heinous creature is out and about. Raging with incredible hunger, it is searching for something to eat, maybe a hamburger. It acts and talks like human, and believes it is the human being. In relative reality, it's a black spot in the heart, an unwelcome guest living in a host, occasionally gaining enough control to do whatever it wants whenever the host is asleep or too weak. Tonight is such an occasion. Ageless and restless, it needs activities and seeks out danger. It goes from town to town, doing silly things and committing unspeakable acts but despite all efforts, the creature seems unsatisfied...so it decides to just die. On a ledge and ready to jump, the host is finally awake but the balance is lost, and they tumble down and down to the underworld. The strong smell of burning flesh hangs in the air and the creature is home at last.
Alas, the host becomes the past. 

The onset of winter always put the mathematician into a contemplative mode but perhaps not this season. 

Against the punishing cold wind and in hope of finally filling his growing void, he is climbing up a steep mountain with an illuminated top. Many lone strangers are on the same journey, it is important that they arrive punctually at the prophesied time. White snow descend from above to become subjects of mortality, becoming and becoming until the return again. At the mountain peak, everyone seems to be following someone through a narrow secret passage. Like robot sheep, they solemnly march deep onto a path less travelled. The mathematician is surprised to see so many strangers have the same torment on their face. He has brief conversations with some of them: the tattooed soldier who is here for the girl, an old lady who lost her child and the insane...the talks are uninspiring and heavy with strong emotions of all kinds. He then thinks about her and the void stares back... 

After what seems like eternity, he finally sees it: although vibrating at a frequency that is alien to him, the mathematician recognizes its gracefulness and elegance almost immediately like an equation that suddenly becomes clear and complete, almost logically so. He hears people crying and dropping like flies before the overwhelming sensation but he is calm. His fingers run though it, feeling its every existence throbbing at his nerves. Up close, he sees what it really is - a trick, an illusion, a Buddha education. He knows she is not here but she is. No longer seeking, the mathematician leaves before everyone else. 

Meanwhile, the trickster is much pleased with her trick. she lets out a cynical laugh and labels them as sentimental fools.

If you've lived as long as her, you may come to understand why there is sadness. The goddess, though beautiful and powerful in every sense is most likely bipolar. Sometimes, it almost seems as though there are two versions of her. Happy in the morning but depressed in the evening, love and war, kind and cruel in a manner of light-speed, it's kind of freaky. Her younger brother tries to please her, he owes it to her for crying him rivers. His people even worship her, sacrificing young girls with a bubbly personality, hoping that they will keep her company, yet her condition remains the same. The brother knows there is safety in distance but every so often, she moves so close and carries with her such a strong vibe, it toys with the frequency...the chi or whatever you want to call it; some people start to do crazy things. 

There is one thing that she likes to do when with her brother: before dawn, she releases a long rope of light, which upon closer inspection reveals a string of tightly knitted souls, all vibrating at a rhythm unheard of before. The only prop is in place and the air smells of sweetly scented flowers, she waits. 

Quickly, people who are missing someone come in great numbers and most are in pain. She observes them as their fingertips gently caress the rope of light and tears. Giant waves of emotions take over the moment, and it never gets old- using the souls of sacrificed girls she collected over the eons, she manages to trick the people every time. Sentimental fools, she laughs and her subtle glow is gold. 

Meanwhile, her children is lighting a fire for the coronation of a new Venusian king.