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The poet said to the mathematician, "I do not think these truths will help me to write true poetry, even if I do someday understand them, which doesn't seem so likely."
"Will you look elsewhere for truths?" the mathematician asked. He seemed a little sad at the prospect.
The poet shook her head. "I think this was a foolish quest. I think if I am to find any truth in my poetry, I can only find it by writing more of it, and thinking hard about what I write."
The mathematician nodded. He understood. That was exactly the way it worked with mathematics.