"I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it"
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Emotion and mathematics are often cast as opposites: one warm and human, the other cold and abstract. Elizabeth Moon overturns that caricature by confessing both deep feeling and modest skill. The admission refuses the gatekeeping assumption that only proficiency earns the right to care. One can be moved by a Bach fugue without playing the piano; likewise, patterns, proofs, and the strange clarity of a well-posed problem can elicit awe even from someone who struggles to solve it.
The statement also carries the humility of a working artist whose life intersects with science and structure. Moon, a novelist of science fiction and fantasy with a background in biology and service in the Marine Corps, builds worlds that must obey internal laws. Logistics, economics, strategy, and the physics of imagined technologies demand coherence. That craft leans on the same appetite for pattern and constraint that mathematics cultivates. Becoming emotional about math, then, is not incongruous; it signals reverence for the elegance of order and the exhilaration of seeing disparate pieces click into place. That thrill does not require advanced credentials. It is the aesthetic response to lucidity.
There is also a hint of frustration, the bittersweet edge of loving something that does not always yield. Many readers recognize the paradox: the clearer a concept becomes, the more one glimpses the vastness of what is not yet understood. Emotion rises from both the beauty and the boundary. For women in STEM-adjacent fields, confessing imperfect skill can also push back against the pressure to perform expertise constantly. It makes space for curiosity unburdened by pretense.
Ultimately the line affirms mathematics as part of the human emotional landscape. Wonder, joy, and even grief belong in the encounter with ideas. By claiming that space openly, Moon invites a broader audience into the conversation and honors a truth artists and scientists share: pattern can pierce the heart, and understanding is not the only path to love.
The statement also carries the humility of a working artist whose life intersects with science and structure. Moon, a novelist of science fiction and fantasy with a background in biology and service in the Marine Corps, builds worlds that must obey internal laws. Logistics, economics, strategy, and the physics of imagined technologies demand coherence. That craft leans on the same appetite for pattern and constraint that mathematics cultivates. Becoming emotional about math, then, is not incongruous; it signals reverence for the elegance of order and the exhilaration of seeing disparate pieces click into place. That thrill does not require advanced credentials. It is the aesthetic response to lucidity.
There is also a hint of frustration, the bittersweet edge of loving something that does not always yield. Many readers recognize the paradox: the clearer a concept becomes, the more one glimpses the vastness of what is not yet understood. Emotion rises from both the beauty and the boundary. For women in STEM-adjacent fields, confessing imperfect skill can also push back against the pressure to perform expertise constantly. It makes space for curiosity unburdened by pretense.
Ultimately the line affirms mathematics as part of the human emotional landscape. Wonder, joy, and even grief belong in the encounter with ideas. By claiming that space openly, Moon invites a broader audience into the conversation and honors a truth artists and scientists share: pattern can pierce the heart, and understanding is not the only path to love.
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