Something deep in my soul told me “You are missing something.”
Yet, I wasn’t searching for a needle in a haystack or a white glove in the snow.
No, it was worse: I didn’t know what I was looking for let alone where to find it!
The object, I was sure was:
But it was definitely lost.
I asked for help.
Blank stares or scowls were my answers from the “experts.”
I wondered. I found pieces. Like an archaeologist I asked, “What was I discovering? A handle? A weapon? A tool? A Brush? A toy?”
Time passed. It eluded me. Here and there through the years, clues would raise their heads and gradually disappear ocean of confusion.
And the I found the key.
The Rosetta stone.
Paul Lockhart’s book, “A Mathematican’s Lament”
My life will never be the same.
Beautiful, simple truth.
I laughed. I cried. I cheered!
Have you ever feared math?
Have you ever hated math?
Have you ever thought there must be more to math?
Do you love math?
I promise…life will never be the same.