Wintersen's narrator experiences love as a series of trials, asking questions along the way and analytically drawing conclusions through introspection. In the many meditations on the emotional aspects linked to falling in love, and among the limits set by science, the narrator still finds precision through the use of scientific prose. Something like how I feel I've proven my point... So far I've demonstrated two ways in which science aids the main character's musings, and one way in which it doesn't... ergo... love and science share a fluidity, a quest for precision, but sometimes lack of precision (the Higgs boson is said to exist only because of observation