Martin tried to get close to the professor with reverence, and he told Beth that I'd rather make a mistake and do something than make a mess than miss it completely. So he succeeded in attracting the professor's eyes and having a lively discussion with him. He was so excited that he couldn't hide the great joy in his heart.
Speaking of math, numbers. I understand what they say, no matter what kind of number you can find the truth, that is, there is so-called absolute truth in mathematics, odd number sequence, even number sequence, Fibonacci sequence, and then there are more complex formulas to express sequence. There's also the wall where he plays tennis and Martin's so-called variable calculations, at which point he's actually incorporating mathematics into physics. I can understand mathematics, I can understand physics, but I can never connect them to philosophy. I don't understand philosophy. But philosophy still exists, just as the butterfly effect is unpredictable but happens all the time.
If there were only philosophy in life, perhaps it would be like the man who had his limbs amputated, unable to bear the heavy burden of the first major problem in his life and had a nervous breakdown. Or maybe, he will be abandoned in obsession, and he can only look up at the sky alone to find the cloud that should belong to him. But life without philosophy would be boring, so Lorna would be attracted, taught, and Martin.
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