Prose for Poets, Maniacal for Mathematicians
From G.K. Chesterton's book "Orthodoxy" from a chapter titled "The Maniac".:
The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything is a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.
Upon personal reflection, I think that the struggles that have been going on in my head over the last couple of months has been a result of seeking to get the heavens into my head and not vice-versa.
I need to be more of a poet and less of a Maniac Mathematician.