Last night I was dreaming... you know how dreams don't always make complete sense...
I was watching a girl (maybe 12) painting. She was painting the cover of a math book with one of those fan brushes and some mossy green paint. She painted all the edges and then impulsively, and confidently, she swirled a slightly imperfect infinity symbol in the center of the front cover.
I was looking from a distance that was impossibly close. An angle an observer wouldn't have with a naked eye.
Then I thought "Wow it must be nice to have such abilities... much more important than a sense of humor."
That's when I shot up in bed.
Whew... just a bad dream.