Many years ago I did a maths degree (because it was the most difficult thing I could do at that time).
And the thing I loved was the pictures proofs would put in my head
As I could only remember them if I visualised them
The easiest to remember was a reductio ad absurdum argument, or proof by contradiction: it was a sparkling fan of colour suddenly shut off by a monk
But the best was spiralling towers of supposition balanced on one axiom in group theory
The proof exploded this founding stone axiom
But as each supposition crashed down in the billowing dust, it's opposite was therefore proved
Like sparks out of a roiling cloud
So that's the picture of that proof: towers falling, dust blooming, sparks ensuing
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