On entering into this world, I saw a beautiful light. At first, I believed the light to be the light of hope. But as I approached, the illusion faded.
The light was pure beauty. Beauty without hope. Inside it was grace, and power, and knowledge, and a new tool-a new and elegant way to represent the world.
Thus, I was introduced to numbers for the first time.
But also, I kept the beauty-the beauty without hope. I stowed it in my mind forever, focusing on the beauty of what's here and now, and not hoping.