Although I’ve almost no experience with writing actual poetry (the following poems are about it so far), I’m a poet at heart - by which I mean I’m in love with metaphoric and symbolic nuances. I’m an armchair philosopher and artist for the same reason: for most people - including me - numbers lack expressiveness, so I’ve struggled more to master semantics and art rather than hard science or math.
Language is not mathematics; words are at least as connotative (implicative) as they are denotative (literal) and the most profoundly ephemeral truths are therefore often found between the lines, in the interpreting human mind and / or soul.