E = mc2
I want to paint, the Apollo 11 whilst it’s franticly spinning around the milky-way galaxy,
I want to paint, the taste-bud tickling taste of a chicken korma tickling and dancing franticly around my saliva filled mouth,
I want to paint, the intensity of Michelangelo painstakingly painting the roof of the cistern chapel,
I want to paint, the distance between Einstein’s and the piece of paper while he was writing the formula for E = mc2.