MATHS
MULDER
You were right as often, Scully. I had wasted my time with these british fractal computer designed crop circles. All made by maths skilled sneaky farmers. But it was worth the journey.
All these random variables, all these convergent sequences of events that led you on my couch.
I gazed at your perfectly framed face, pulled my geometrical Indian blanket over you...
Logical fate in motion.
SCULLY
A moment later I wake up and found you lying asleep on your bed, clothes on.
All the axioms and assumptions, all the conjectures we had made about our relation had to be resolved at this point. No more complex calculus, no more infinite spirals...
I gently kissed your smooth curved lips, took off your covering sets, and reached your convex solid surfaces.
M&S
We fell into another dimension, into an irrational and transcendental space without limits nor boundaries.
Our organic functions increased in harmonic progression, we felt the heat equation spreading along our flesh.
We were no more disjoint sets, but congruent falling bodies experiencing the universal law of desire.
We reached together the critical point and made this impossible event come true.