The equation

After a week quite literally spent staring at a single equation on a piece of paper, I think I can officially declare myself spent. I feel that flat, dehydrated and brain dead sensation one experiences after investing countless hours on a single, minute detail. At some stage I may have actually known what I was looking for, but I just realised a few minutes ago that I have absolutely no idea anymore. It's not a particularly good feeling either - especially when you realise how little time you have spent doing anything but stare at the modest collection of mathematical symbols in front of you. Well, that's not entirely true. I also invested significant amounts of time wall papering and carpeting my entire workspace with pieces of un-decypherable notes and derivations, all based on this one equation. No page numbering or order to the chaos in front of me either - just the random musings of a not so "theory driven" researcher, trying to make sense of one equation - one stupid, pointless, boring, f%^@ing equation.

Here's another equation I am considering at the moment:

Friday = "outta here".

Now that makes perfect sense!