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I am what I love – II

All the best things are made of what I love.

This is probably the deep and valuable relation I couldn’t quite pinpoint while I was writing the last part. And unfortuantely it hasn’t yet spurred me to act upon things even in the stark lack of resources or spirit to.
That is probably because I think I knew this all along. I won’t really elaborate on this, except that it is almost like a testimonial – how (nearly*) every girl, hot or not, at mathcamp, was incredibly attractive.
*Not all. Maybe because math and/or arts weren’t as essential an ingredient in their existence as the others. Whatever. I should probably keep that part to myself in any case. *.*