May 23, 2019
A point. Sequestered continually in a quiet moment, fearful of an insurrection, a violation, my shell is thick. Professors pepper the periphery. I'm secure, but I don't feel secure. I reinforce the battlements. I take strict measures to keep myself sacrosanct in a well of me. There is no out. There is no in. I am a point of immeasurable magnitude. I go nowhere. I am everywhere. I see all. Nothing sees me. I am without dimension, yet I unfold all dimensions. There is nothing without me, but I am nothing. I live for the mathematical excursions of eager minds.