Maths. Something special about maths. The stern hard coldness, with a soggy centre. The awe-inspiring complexity sitting alongside the beautiful simplicity. I really don’t like equations. They don’t look good. They are a symbol in the true sense. Idolatry wrapped in formalism. The ideas and fancies they represent, what they describe on the other hand is something that fills me with a strange mix of excitement, wonder and despair. Do we not know enough? I know we know nothing, and at the same in us all is the capacity to know it all. It is a shame that as with most science, it is couched in prejudice, mistrust, mystery and even scorn. The swirls of fashion have repeatedly left this essential and most liberating of arts outside of mainstream culture and that is a true shame, in the fullest possible sense of the word.