Poets and mathematicians If poets were mathematicians, they'd say 4*2= 8 but it also might be a 6. Who knows! There's a lesson in my quant book called probability and hey you geekos, it's not about practicality. Probability-my so beautifully fucked up maths lesson is all about possibility. Now you know, I haven't touched it at all. But hey, somewhere in this world there sure is a place where practicality meets possibility; where 4*2 is not just 6 or 8 but it's all the numbers that an answer could be. . 4*2=10 when we've got 4 dishes to feed 2 people; but someone put out 2 slices of that forgotten velvet cake on the table and the hungrier one ate both. . 4*2=6 when we gift 4 different kinds of flowers, 2 from each type to our valentine, but that sweet wicked lover thinks gypsophillas are nothing but grasses with fungi. And you can't say no love, if you love to love seeing her beam. . 4*2= 1 when I say that "you and me, we are all made of nothing but h...
