At first, he thought he was in love with Haskell, for he could program in it every day without ever feeling bored. The complex syntax of mathematical constructions flowed from his fingertips like magic that connects the reality with the unfanthomable ideal world. But not after long, dark currents begin to flow under the seemingly blissful surface, invading his crumbling world of mathematics. Crawling fear of losing his authentic Self floated on the lake of his Heart, mocking at his conformity and self-deception, at the woven tale he persuaded himself to believe in. At the same time, a strong force was pulling him towards a different state of being. This force was not coming from the outer world but always running in his own veins, waiting and brewing, until his own voices can finally be heard. This is a yearning towards Beauty thus Eternity, and ultimately Freedom.
