"Sit back and relax. Close your eyes. Think of your goal, what you desire deep down. Imagine being on the pedestal, accepting the Physics Nobel. Listen to the introductory speech they are giving for you, the applause from below. Think of how easy the apodeixis looks like now that you have finally figured it out, think of the years you spent searching for it."
Ourania walked silently behind him and brought her lips close to his ear.
"But now you know it. It's so simple, so understandable. As simple as having it scribbled on a crumbled piece of paper in your pocket. The same piece of paper you found laying around the moment you conceived it. Put your hand in your pocket, the proof is there. You are going to receive the Nobel prize thanks to that piece of paper, the apodeixis smudged and worn out but still legible. Touch the paper with your fingers, wrap them around it. You can take it out any time you want, any time at all, just sneak a peek at the paper, the apodeixis is there. It is so simple, so elegant, you could easily explain it to a child. It's there on the paper. The apodeixis is there. In your palm. It's right there."
She leaned in even closer and whispered, "What does the paper say, Yanni?"
Yanni leapt out of the chair and hurried some equations on the whiteboard.
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