Being the Thing One and/or Two (cf. The Cat in The Hat) that I am, when asked to tell about myself, I'm at a loss of words, while I tend to tell tall tales (ad nauseam exhausting words, languages, and mediums of communication) when no one wants to listen. This may very well be diagnostic of my Being (as given in Doing, or better yet, as defined in terms of: what I'm good for, or, what is that wouldn't be but for me, which is one less mortal following a thought guided by feeling).

Now that we are done with Posina, let's get to math.

Geometry is like looking at the back of a car in front of me. Algebra, in contrast, is like looking at the front of a car behind me in my car's rearview mirror. As you might have guessed, I can slow down and let the car behind overtake me so that I can see its behind in front of me. In a similar manner, I can overtake the car in front of me and see its front in my rearview mirror.