What was your favourite subject in school?
You were my quiet companion through school. For years I treated you as a task to complete, tables to memorize, or a pattern to memorise. You waited patiently while I solved for x and answered questions on exams. But in time, I began to see you differently.
You were there in the curve of a bridge, the arc of a ball, the rhythm of footsteps across the playground. You revealed yourself not just in numbers but in form—in the way rivers bend, shells spiral, fronds unfurl, and clouds gather. You were never abstract. You were always alive.
Calculus taught me your language of change: how to capture motion, how to trace growth and decline. I learned that you don’t create order; you reveal it. You show that beauty is already built into the world, waiting to be noticed.
Now I see your signature everywhere—in the balance of design, in a melody that resolves, in a conversation that finds its rhythm. You remind me that understanding and wonder can belong together.
Thank you for teaching me that truth and beauty are not opposites but parts of the same pattern.
Yours,
A grateful student
The Afterword 
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