OneWord: Differential

The only differential in our hearts is abstract and unknown, like looking in the sky for a black hole by naked eye. We don’t need to know, nor do we want to know about the future out of reach because we’ve got enough on our shoulders to drive us to the ground. And when we look around and wonder what the other sees, “What are you thinking?” is the question of the hour. There’s a single sufficient answer that fills the infinitesimal darkness that leads us on from dawn to dawn, waiting and wanting for more. But, really, in the end, no equation is ideal – only one integral phrase will do. I love you.