The Solution of all my Problems

Let x be the unknown quantity

Let x be the angle between a line drawn from the observer to the point on the horizon directly beneath the target star, and a line drawn due north from the observer

Let x be roughly seized hair and a whimper of pleasure

Let x be

Let x be

We have solved too many equations. When did any real thing equal any other real thing? How many of Dechen's tears equal Roger's shy smile? How many words of stammered fury equal a quiet cup of coffee? I have solved for x far too often. From now on x can solve for me.

Bearing in mind that some equations have an infinite number of solutions. And some have none.