A human being , I think. I don't understand any of it yet. Interested in mathematical physics among other things. If you wish to tell me anything I can be...
As I was biking through the trail, Universe expanding around me everywhere, All time seeping through the invisible stars, From the embers of the Big Bang. The Sun, ablaze, on fire, deep above, In the swirls of lazy blue, And islands of cotton white, As I was biking through the trail. Sliding through it's curtains of light and glow, Through an ocean of heat and moist, Butterflies brushing across my…
What is Life about for me ? I love mathematics, life to me is about exploring the fields of that topic everyday. Visiting every garden and exploring something new daily. I know it is so vast that I will never cover much even with a whole lifetime, but on the flip side I will never be bored for a whole lifetime. I adore nature, the seasons, the green and blue and brown of this world. The smells and…
The quote by Fiona Apple that has become a sort of mantra for me in the last couple of years: “I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's…
There is beauty in everything in the world, as it is, but also there is more than what’s on the surface, there is more than what is apparent. That is what great art is trying to tell us, show us, and more importantly tell and show itself. This something else does not have to be literally there in some sort of material or even “spiritual” essence. But it is there. It’s all fine to internalize the…
To be disenchanted with the world, is to know it for the first time. A moment of imperfect epiphany, a recollection of what has always been, yet is no more. To be enchanted with the world, is to swim between its waves, drowning under every crest, yet still coming up for air. To be outside the world yet still within it, that my love, is another world , which may save this one.
Awaken my heart, awaken, Do not tremble, you will not be forsaken, Truth will not forget you, Nor the ages forbid you from sailing past the moon. And if moonlight dares to pierce you, remember it does not despise you, it simply does not care, for bleeding hearts and broken masts, of either friend or foe, it only seeks to grow. Sleep my heart, oh sleep, lay down, forget how to weep. After the stars…
How do you face the end of everything, of this world, of your world ? Do you shrink into yourself, concerned only with you and what is yours, shrink your love and care. Or do you let your love expand, giving yourself totally to life, giving up yourself period to what is bigger than your small, tight, selfish ego. It is through that self sacrifice in love that you transcend your loss and your…
His Dark Materials is a trilogy written by English writer Philip Pullman whom I have discovered quite recently and at this point I consider him to be my favourite contemporary writer, outside of the classics. Before I delve in, as a warning: I will not shy away from spoilers, but I will try not to be egregious about it. This is one of the most beautiful, deep , allegorical, baroque works of…