There is an old poem called the Psychomachia by a poet named Prudentious. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychomachia" rel="nofollow">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychomachia</a><p>It is a fascinating poem -- it all takes place in the character's head. The virtues and the vices battle it out, individually, but as a complete battle. It is, in my opinion, a great example of a Generated Adversarial Network.<p>The reason a lot of great art ends up representing deep mathematical truths is that art is, at its best, an act of deep observation, whether it is of oneself or the world around oneself.<p>I wouldn't bother reading the Psychomachia -- I translated parts of it in college and I agree with C.S. Lewis that it is a more known poem than a good one. I still found its observation of the mind in parts doing battle useful for myself when I have dealt with mental illness in my life.