The Universe is based on mathematics. Many theoretical scientists say so. The infamous magician, Aleister Crowley said so. So why did Neil Sedaka say “Breaking Up is Hard to Do”? Was he a bad math student?
I broke up my two year love affair over math. It was hard to do because my heart felt like the lead (Pb) weight dragging tears from my eyelashes. But the math was 100% perfect.
It was the first time in my life I didn’t like my perfect scoring in a math test. That’s because it meant I had to take action. And that action meant I had to subtract a person from my life I came to love and enjoy.
And that’s because the other person was fractioned. Those fragmented pieces sometime opened up, moved aside and let the inner beauty of his soul emerge. The soul’s emergence from its darkness was a wonder to behold.
Those fragments were very bit as sharp as the ice fragments the Ice Queen let slip into her victims as she lulled them into false calm by the frost’s action of numbing the nerves. That’s what I saw happening. The Winter Ice returned to the man’s soul. Some underground frost current stirred the flow of the ice shards back into a complex, electrically charged bond. That bond closed out the soul escape paths that once allowed him to come out to my Florida garden warmth.
He slipped back beneath his ice like a man drowned under a lake in Wisconsin in winter. Like the one I knew. It was the one that Otis Redding died in when his plane crashed. Otis’ Redding “dock of the bay” song perished in Madison, Wisconsin.
I cut the cord of my help-lanyard when he threatened to drag me under with him. He didn’t verbally threaten. He verbally spiked at me to let go of him. He tried self-sabotage; he tried sabotage. Like a fish desperate to get off the hook, he lashed out at me to let him go.
When I cut the cord to let him sink beneath his ice shards, he spewed back, “Control freak”. I suppose from his point of view as a cold fish, any warmth might have meant a grilled fish meal.