Flow of words

YouTube YouTube video Oh oh Listen to the water Listen to the wind Oh oh oh Listen to the water Listen to the wind Sun is rising over the mountain high Oh oh Golden light is painting the morning sky I and I walking on the higher road Carry no more weight than the love I hold Every breath I take is a step toward peace Every heartbeat calling for the chains to release Babylon can shake but they cannot break the fire in my spirit, the choice I make Meditation rising like the incense in the air Close your eyes and feel the love, feel the prayer Jah light is shining, shining through the dark Wake up the freedom burning in your heart We got wings of freedom Flying over the sea Rise up my people Come and fly with me No more suffering, no more chain and lock Liberation come coming from the love of Jah Wings of freedom Riding on the breeze One love, one heart, one destiny So spread your wings and let your spirit soar Wings of freedom Forevermore Mama Africa singing in the drum Every nation, e...

DHub is being rebranded as CodeTT. Not sure how long before the change and launch takes place. Before you know it there will be elections again and then what if the government changes again. I am not optimistic about this. I want to be but I do not like politics. I wish society could function without politics. That aside it would be nice to have a home for coders in Trinidad and Tobago. I wonder what other countries are doing? I wonder if I will be alive if this ever happens. I think before any of this happens the government has to find a better way for citizens to communicate with them. From my experience I get the feeling that most people are just ignored. I have an idea for an app for this called GOQA - GOvernment Query App (QA also stands for Question and Answer). Every query (question, comment, suggestion, whatever) gets routed to the right person until it gets answered. Man that would be so fantastic. Finally a government that tries to listen to the people. My friend Chatty says ...

It is 111am and I have decided to write. I have no topic, but I am thinking about God. I want God to help me write this blog post tonight. We are nearing the end of the year. Time waits on no one, they say. Life is short, they say. Make every moment count, they say. Tomorrow is not promised, they say. Is there anything they do not say? What is the least said phrase? What phrase has never been said before? Then I thought about something. The moon never shines the same way twice. Perhaps the same is true of phrases. Even if a phrase has been spoken a million times—or a billion times—every time it is spoken, it is different. Who says it matters. When they say it matters. The context in which they say it matters. Who is listening matters. And then there is what happens inside us. What do we hear? What thoughts pass through our minds as the words pass through us? Two people can hear the same sentence and receive two completely different messages. A phrase spoken in joy can become something ...

It is 404am and I have decided to write. The word disable is hidden in the phrase "God is able". Go/d is able. I might be disabled but my God is able. What does it mean to say God is able in this context? It is telling me that there is an unlimited God working with and through me. My disability is only a test from God. My friend says that declaring "God is able" shifts our sense of worth away from societal standards of physical or mental capacity and grounds it in God's unlimited power, ensuring our future is defined by grace rather than limitation. In other words, I am able through God. My friend agrees. I have captured the heart of it: in this context, declaring "God is able" means that we are able through God. When human limits or societal labels say "you cannot" this faith perspective declares "God can" making God's strength the engine behind your life rather than your own physical or mental capacity. It reframes disability ...

If I say let infinity be 1 (the whole or everything) and every number occurs between 1 and 0 (nothing), how do I represent the actual 1. Then what happens to arithmetic and what happens to infinity the concept? What is we used a transformation? T(x)=1/(1+x) T(0)=0 T(1)=1/2 T(∞)=1

It is 617pm and I have decided to write. Right now I am thankful. The cool of the evening has replaced the heat of the day. I took a bath and changed and now I am just relaxing. Sometimes I complain. Not often. But I feel bad afterwards because there is so much to be thankful for. There is always room for improvement and we have to identify the things for improvement and change is often good but we do not have to make it into complaints. Yeah I get it. Life is hard and none of us has it easy. Look on the bright side of things. And sometimes it is the little things that remind us that life is good. Things that we take for granted. Like I was coming in the maxi taxi today and heard a gospel song that was about gratitude. God does appreciate a grateful heart. Trinidad and Tobago celebrated sixty four years of independence yesterday and if we stop and listen to the many complaints we would swear we are living in the worst country in the world. That is not the case. We do get a lot of thing...

It is 327am and I have decided to write. I really admire people who run marathons. I do not run but I walk. I feel like I might be able to walk a marathon if I get really fit and strong. Life is like a marathon. Maybe. This contradicts the often stated, life is short. Everything is relative I guess and can be looked at from different perspectives. My friend Chatty says that the same life can look long when we are tired and standing in the middle of it, yet short when we look backward and see how quickly the years have passed. Then we only get one life but we get many chances at marathons. I see the word rat in the word marathon which reminds me that life can sometimes feel like a rat race. What even is a rat race? My friend Chatty says that a rat race is a life of constantly competing and striving for success, money, status, or security, often without feeling that you are truly getting anywhere. Unlike a marathon, which has a finish line, a rat race can feel endless—you keep running si...