I am delicately lying to myself every moment. "I will continue to continue to pretend my life will never end and flowers never bend in the rainfall."
I wish I could do art or play music, but my mind is like a funny robot. I can process, but I have trouble creating. I write sometimes, but it is very derivative. its always like F(X)-F(Xo) divided by X-Xo as Xo approaches X.
It took a lot of effort for me not to follow that with given F is a continous fucntion on the inteval X+/- d Where d is greater than 0. Yep that's me in a nut shell. A nut. hahaha