The Wrong Road Part 1 Through 16

The Wrong Road Taken Part 4

When I was about six, I began to learn to play the piano and found that I had an aptitude that was unique among kids my age.
The epiphany came when I discovered JS. Bach.
In particular, a piece that is commonly called the "Little" Fugue in G minor.

I was in temple before the "High Holiday" services with my parents when the organist began to play this piece to an empty synagogue while warming up.
Suddenly it struck me that here was a purely mathematical piece of music.
Every note had it's counterpart, nothing was left hanging in the air searching for its mate.

I walked up and sat next to the organist while looking over the sheet music.
In just a few moments I began to play this piece, taking over from the organist as he sat there with a stunned look on his face.
What really set the stage for me was when he looked over at me and said,

"Ah, you feel and are beginning to understand the mathematics that Bach was trying to express.
Keep learning, keep practicing, and study mathematical expressions if you want to really understand Bach."

It was at that point that I started to look at math in a different light.
While math for me has always been so simple that I never understood why others never saw the same simplicity in mathematics.
I never had to struggle to solve problems; they just somehow appeared in my mind.

When I was in high school, one of my teachers submitted one of my papers to MIT's department of applied mathematics.
That paper got me a full scholarship to MIT.
While I was there, I was nominated for the "Fields Prize.".
From there, I was headhunted by the firm I was representing at the conference before I ended up here."

"Luke, I know you must be tired.
Why don't we pick this up tomorrow after we have had a chance to eat and rest?"

Later that afternoon, I sat with Lucretia, relaxing.

"Lucretia I have some questions that you could clear up, I hope.
First, I don't mind being naked all the time.
Modesty no longer means a hell of a lot to me, at least when I am here and in our private domain.
You had told me earlier that the "water" would not tolerate clothing that covers our body's.
Yet you wear clothes, and the "water" doesn't seem to mind.
And second, I keep calling this substance that has invaded my body "water," yet it can't be just water."

"Luke I guess you could say there is one answer to both questions.
First, I'm not wearing any clothes.
What you see is what the "water" has created for me.
Or better yet, what I have created out of my imagination is what the "water" brings forth.
When you have gotten a bit further in your education, you will be able to craft clothing from the "water" that resides within you.

In answer to your second question, I don't know exactly what the "water" is.
There are times I truly believe that the "water" is alive and is capable of thinking.
Some times it acts on its own.
Yet it is benign and safe as far as myself and any others that the "water" has seen fit to bestow its blessings upon.

When I was under the tutelage of Simone, I asked her about the "water," and she was rather vague concerning its origin.
That not withstanding, she explained to me that the "water" leads a symbiotic life within any practitioner of the arts.
Explaining to me that with very few exceptions, those of us in the arts need to have our own "water" residing within them.

There have been rumors of some who's very nature is greater than what is bestowed upon the majority of practitioners.
Those few have no need of the "water," or as they come into their own, the "water" leaves them.

Before Simone joined with the wind, she gifted me a small bottle containing an essence of the "water."
All I needed to do was find a place to settle down, create my own domain, and place one drop into a pond.
This would convert the entire pond into a larger body of "water."