Flummox, Wrought, Contain

On Mount Olympus, Infinity, God of Mathematical Mysteries, stood in judgement before Zeus, head bowed in submission.

Within the crack and roar of thunder, Zeus demanded “What hath thou wrought, miserable worm?”

Proud though he was, Infinity stuttered with shame. “I worked a problem for which a solution refused to appear. Instead, the demon Flummox poured forth from my pen, energized by my frustration.”

Zeus roared to his court. “Can it be contained?”

Apollo answered, “It’s secure in a box in the care of Pandora.”

Zeus balefully nodded. “I banish you, Infinity, you and that infernal math you champion.”