Silence x Grace - Time = Love.
I derived this equation by applying the science of tears to the field of yearning.
I raised God's name by the power of the Mother and rose into a shining exponential cloud where rocks, bones and prime numbers have no existence in pure space, yet appear as multiples of one.
I factored my thoughts into an empty denominator, by which I divided the tufted titmouse, the fern, the dog turd and diamond, which resulted, marvelously enough,
in a quotient of titmouse, fern, dog turd and diamond, all things remaining just as they are.
Then I stepped naked into a zero-energy mountain brook of melting snow and virtual photons, gurgling over Cartesian coordinates between a curve and its asymptote.
Thus I determined the square root of the void.
I became infinite, not through mantric repetitions of the name of the One, but a hyper-geometric progression of breaths, wings and inconceivable sexual epiphanies in the company of angels,
such that the One ascended into Many, empowered by a logarithm of Negative Zero.
But you would do better to solve this equation by entering the vacuum of your heart, where the answer was written before you were conceived in runes of black fire.
All this information, and more than I could ever write down, was channeled to me from Albert Einstein, who still wanders from star to star pulling his red wagon.