Now it is a matter of pattern, of filtering art from the thick mire of math. Of finding the curve of the 8 seductive, the course of ∞ a comfort.

You would do the same. You would spend your time in braid, the verb, the noun. You would learn reverse, seek a method to undo, find a law of uncoil, learning slowly, in steps that the practice of unbraiding loves the discipline of loss.