There will forever be things beyond logic... theorems will turn into butterlfies, proven into unproven, and fact into wonder.
Geometry - Rita Dove
I prove a theorem and the house expands: the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling, the ceiling floats away with a sigh. As the walls clear themselves of everything but transparency, the scent of carnations leaves with them. I am out in the open and above the windows have hinged into butterflies, sunlight glinting where they've intersected. They are going to some point true and unproven.