The mathematician found himself in a lecture regarding rarefaction waves. While he found himself to be lost in the material, he was no longer tormented by this realization. Where once was a terrible concern about his lack of understanding, now resided a humbled form. He no longer assumed that he would be capable of comprehending all that was propounded by men. Yet, he had learned to accept this, as there was naught to be done about it. He decided that if mathematics was to demand his days and nights as an explicit god then he would forsake it. As his desire to live grew, the further away he drew from the gods of logic and reason, until they were dead to him.