“Sebastian’s hands worked furiously. He was onto something: a new entry point to a mathematic theory, a potential break in his work. While he filled his composition notebook with symbols and arrows and Greek letters and equal signs, the pleasure of exploration was intense. It felt as if through his notations, he interrogated something at the very core of him, an intuitive sense of order that he translated into the language of mathematics. He was convinced that his heart was constructed out of binary code; his lungs, plotted on a Cartesian plane; and his hands, mere vessels for logarithms.”