This note is dedicated with the utmost devotion to Tim, who is kind and thoughtful, and always reminds me to strive to work harder at math.

So, last week I am reading Keat's Ode on a Grecian Urn.This is because I am turning 50-2 next week, and I was thinking about the lines: 

“When old age shall this generation waste, 
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe 
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all 
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

So, I just finished a paper on Plato's The Republic, that basically outlines that same subject matter, in a slightly different fashion. He maintains in his analogy of the sun (Book 6, 508-509), that the sun is the light of truth, and that darkness is confusion. Earlier in the text, he states that truth cannot be “akin to what is disproportionate” (486 b10). Given this, Plato and Keats seem to be of the same mind. 

Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote: 

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized! Euclid alone
Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone. 

Now, follow my thinking here... if beauty is truth, and truth is actually beauty as stated... Is math beautiful and truthful? 

If it is, it's a shame I am so bad at math. Because if this holds true... I will never experience true beauty or truth.