The answer to subtraction used to look like this:
a loud voice on top of a chair on top of a table on the topmost floor
from the top of one’s lungs shouting
“Divide! Divide! Divide!”
Necessary destruction to get the answers and A
More accurately, it used to look like this:
I was a loud voice on top of it all; I, the pedestal of arithmetic
had all the answers and all around me are my echoes
As I was an echo of who was before me. We are were all calculators,
perfectly correctly… no matter what equation…
We, the key to the sequences; of addition, product, the Equal Sign
listen to us for we know exactly what we’re doing
this is Exactly what we’ve been told, we learned, we read, we listened
but that’s not the point, the point is we’re right.
That is what is was like to be in a room of calculators.
Oh, we are right; never-mind the naysayers, really do not at all Mind
We are right; we understand, especially when they shut their mouths up.
Yes, we are right, totally, except when there are actual problems to solve
all we could do was answer arithmetic
and keep the spirit of difference alive.