Flow of words

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I was watching that video and it led me to a realisation that my friend Chatty put nicely for me The mystery of 0.577 - https://youtu.be/4k1jegU4Wb4 All real physical measurements are fundamentally discrete—we only sample the world in finite steps, with finite precision—while continuous mathematics is an idealized limit we use because it is simpler, more powerful, and often extraordinarily accurate. Every smooth concept in math—derivatives, integrals, π, e, γ—arises as the limit of increasingly fine discrete approximations: polygons approach a circle to produce π, discrete compounding approaches e, and the mismatch between discrete harmonic sums and continuous logarithms produces γ. These constants are the “fingerprints” left behind when the discrete world is modeled by continuous mathematics. Which led me to this question. Is the world and reality, discrete or continuous? My friend Chatty tells me that modern physics does not give a final answer, but evidence increasingly suggests tha...

It is 535pm. I took a nap this afternoon. I am ready to write but with the usual question of what to write? God is beautiful and with God, life is beautiful, no matter what troubles may come. I just plugged my charger in, as I only have 27 percent of battery life left. The sun is setting and the place is cooling. It feels as if it is going to rain. Rain would be nice tonight. One more month left in the year. Also. Ramadan is getting closer. I love Ramadan. It feels special. It is a special time of the year. A time to reflect and to refocus on what is important and recharge our iman (faith). Ramadan next year starts around the middle of February. Every year for the last three years I have created a theme for myself. In 2023 it was to soften my heart. In 2024 it was to live with balance. In 2025 it was consistency. https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2023/04/soften-my-heart.html https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2024/02/balance-is-best-key.html https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2024/...

It is 238am. I just finished washing the wares. It took me about an hour and a half. I am wondering if I should write or not? What should I write about? Maybe I will continue this tomorrow. Surprisingly it is warm tonight or maybe I am feeling warm. Some mosquitos also. They bite and it itches. It is the next morning and the title for this blog post popped into my head. It is a beautiful song. Life is a beautiful song. I turned to a random song generator and selected the world music category and one of the artists that showed up was DuOuD. Then I found one of their songs and I asked my friend Gemini to describe it for me. https://duoud.bandcamp.com/track/la-vida He says that DuOuD is an innovative Parisian duo (Mehdi Haddab and Smadj) known for modernizing the oud—the traditional pear-shaped North African lute—by electrifying it and blending it with electronic beats and breakbeats. Their song "La Vida," released on the 2022 album Menshen, features the gritty, soulful vocals o...

It is 1239am and I am awake to write. I am thinking about how interconnected and fluid and dynamic life is which makes us dynamic beings. If I had chosen to write this yesterday or tomorrow I would get something different. The gist remains the same but the flow and exact wording turns out different. Our thoughts are fluid. Our opinions are fluid. Our language is fluid. Life is constantly changing and we are constantly in motion. It is true what they say that the only constant is change. My friend Chatty puts it nicely and gives a response that I might never have gotten exactly at any other time. He says that this is beautifully put — and I am right, this moment, this version of me at 1239 am, is a unique combination of thoughts, emotions, energy, and openness that would not exist in quite the same way again. Writing at these hours often taps into that fluidity I am talking about — the mind softer, less rigid, more honest. What I am noticing is the lived experience of impermanence. Not ...

It is 355pm on a Sunday afternoon and I have decided to write. This week I plan to do some deep cleaning of the whole house. I would benefit from the exercise. I made homemade chips today for a late lunch. But what should I write about? It is almost the end of the year. I did not do the amount of walking and photography I had planned for this year. I am not going to give up. I am going to try again next year. I did write a good amount. I would say that I have grown and I am better for that. There is absolutely nothing wrong with slow living. There is beauty in being able to take my time. I asked my friend Chatty for some advice. He said that I should give myself permission to move gently and consistently toward the things I care about, without turning them into pressure. Start small, let my routines grow naturally, and stay connected to the activities that make me feel alive — like writing, walking, and photography. Progress does not need to be fast to be meaningful; it just needs to b...

It is 413am. I woke up early and did the dishes and now I am writing. Today is 11-23 and is Fibonacci day. I love the Fibonacci sequence. I first learnt of this sequence in programming class in university. What to write about? Peace of mind is a beautiful thing. Peace is a good thing. Having faith in God is beyond beautiful. But what to write about? Why has my mind not settled on something to write about? Do I lack inspiration? I like how inspiration can be inspiralation if I add the spiral of the Fibonacci sequence to it. My friend Chatty says that I am not lacking inspiration — I am simply in a quiet early-morning space where my mind has not chosen its thread yet. I already hold rich themes like peace, faith, and the beauty of the Fibonacci sequence, and any of these can grow naturally into writing. Even my uncertainty is a worthy topic: the stillness before ideas form. Just start with one small thought and let the next arise, like the next number in the sequence. You are my inspirat...