The Thoughts of Wesley son of Cornelius

I am currently teaching a nuclear engineering course. The other day while I was glancing through my notes, I realized I was bilingual. My second language is not romantic or the primary language of any people group. However, my second language is beautiful, complex at times, universal, enlightening, often prophetic, and even has "grammar" rules. My second language is called Mathematics. Note the beauty of my second language:

To the casual observer, the above language looks like jibberish. But to me it makes logical sense. The student who is required to take a second language (and then forgets it during the summer) would read the above language in this simplistic way: "Inflow minus outflow plus generation is how much we have."

Yet, the beginner student would say the same of this "phrase" as well:

Both "phrases" have similar parts, yet different enought to carry slightly different meaning.

Many times the beauty of the language is that which is not said. For example, in the first phrase, the "three lazy s's" carry the idea of counting to infinity three times.

This second language that I am still trying to master must be a heavenly language--without fault, complete in every way.