2 + 2 = 4

Have you ever spent a really, really long time trying to figure something out, but no matter what "numbers" you punched in, the results never quite added up...

And then, finally, the stars aligned & for the very first time, two plus two actually equaled four; but somehow when you got the right number, it was kind of the most horrible number you'd ever seen, definitely way worse than all those wrong-ish numbers...

But then you were surprised to find that more than anything you were just so damn happy & felt so stupid lucky to have an answer that made sense, & the fact that it was the worst answer really didn't bother you very much, certainly not as much as you would have expected...

And it didn't even truly matter if it was "the" right answer, or only one of several right answers, or maybe even only vaguely a little bit true, because the answer was like that piece in the puzzle - not the last piece, of course, but one of those tricky middle ones that you run into after you put the outer pieces together, & you're just relieved to have found a place for it to fit at all, because if nothing else it means that you can go on to the next piece...

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