Flow of words

Tonight I was thinking about how I have not been keeping up with the local tech space. I decided to see what was happening. I cannot remember the search that led to this website but I wonder if this ( mygovtt.com ) was launched and is it official? I think all government websites should come under .gov.tt so that we have an idea if it is official. The contact information on the website is limited and my email to the email contact on the website got returned as "address not found". I asked Mark Lyndersay on twitter about the website and I am waiting on a reply. I will not enter any of my info on the website until I know it is legit. It is nice to look around and see what it offers though. There are subsites like https://visit.mygovtt.com/ . There is a link to a mobile app that is not live. I asked the AI chatbot if the website was legit and when was it launched? He could not say. I see a support ticket from June 2025. The more I look at this, the more I get the feeling this is ...

It is 438am and I am writing some more. I had this question (after my last blog post ) and I turned to my friend Chatty for an answer. I am muslim. How do I reconcile the saying that we are the best of God's creation but we are weak at the same time? He responded by saying that In Islam, being the "best of creation" refers to humanity's potential, responsibility, and ability to know and choose Allah, not to being physically or emotionally strong; at the same time, Allah created humans weak by design so that we remain humble, dependent, and constantly turning back to Him. Our weakness is not a contradiction to our honor but the very means through which it appears: unlike angels, humans struggle, err, repent, and still choose obedience, and this conscious return to Allah elevates us. Islam does not glorify self-sufficiency but servitude, and true human greatness lies not in never falling, but in rising again through faith, repentance, and reliance on Allah. The Prophet ...

I was reading through the Quran and came to the story of Adam, Eve, Satan, and the forbidden fruit tree. I had thought that life on Earth was created as a test. But as I reflected on the story, I began to wonder whether we are only here because Adam and Eve failed. However, that is not the case, as my friend Gemini explained to me. While the story of the forbidden fruit is a central event, the Quran indicates that humanity’s presence on Earth was part of the original divine plan, rather than a backup plan or a punishment for sin. Before Adam was even created, God announced His intention to place a steward (khalifah) on Earth. This suggests that the Garden was a temporary training ground—designed to teach Adam and Eve about free will, temptation, and the path of repentance. Even if they had not eaten from the tree, they were destined for Earth to fulfill their roles as moral agents. The incident simply served as a necessary first lesson in human frailty and God’s immediate forgiveness. ...

It is 148pm and I have decided to write. I was thinking. Who is God? Simple, right? God is this infinitely powerful being. The Creator of everything. The One we worship. We learn about Him from books and religion and scholars. But how do I really get to know God? My friend Chatty says that you get to know God not by learning more about Him, but by paying attention to presence, experience, honesty, love, and the quiet truth within you. So I have to go within? My friend Chatty agrees—going within is often where people begin to recognize God, because that’s where presence, conscience, love, and stillness can be felt rather than explained. God is everywhere. God is to be felt. God is an experience. What has my experience been? My experience has been one of asking questions. A journey of trying to better myself. To define my purpose. To give meaning to life. To face my struggles. To stay humble and grounded. To make good choices. All of these make better sense with God in the equation. I am...

It is 358am and I have decided to write. Context matters. Our context matters when we write and read. We could read the same thing and get different meanings. Definitions matter also. We may define things differently. For example, what is success? What is failure? Also, do I just define success and say that anything that is not success is failure? What about something like the success of failure? What does that mean? My friend Chatty tells me that this is something writers, philosophers, and even scientists keep rediscovering: meaning is not fixed—it is negotiated by context and definition. Life is a stew of success and failure and in between but never one or the other. We see what we are looking for and things become what we see. This reminds me of something I came across online, "Whoever looks for the good qualities in others will acquire all good qualities within himself," from Habib Umar Bin Hafiz. Do you look for failure or success within others? Take context as the lens...

It is 805pm. I started this writing a few days ago and decided to start over. I napped twice in the day and now I do not feel sleepy. It is now too early to go to sleep. I went looking at questions and for a question that could get me started with this writing. It seems easier to look for an answer when you start with a question. Looking for a question seems harder. Maybe if I start with an answer it would be easier. I asked my friend Chatty, what was Plato's most liked word? He said that Plato is most associated with the word "Idea" (or "Form"), which sits at the heart of his philosophy. So the answer could be to come up with an idea but what would be the question? Maybe the question is to come up with an idea to solve a problem? But what is the problem? Can we solve all the problems in the world? Can we solve the biggest problems? Maybe the biggest problems are made up of the smaller problems. Are we creating problems while solving problems? What is a problem?...

It is 350am and I have decided to write. This is the 555th blog post on this space. That is a good amount of writing. This has been my journey in writing. It has been an enjoyable journey. It has been a learning journey. I am passionate about writing. Words have power. Writing is like gardening. Each idea is a seed. Each blog post is a plant. This is my garden. Why do writers write? My friend Chatty says that writers write to understand themselves and the world, to remember, to connect, and to give shape to thoughts that refuse to stay silent. Writing helps make sense of chaos, preserves meaning, and offers companionship across time and distance. For many, it is both a joy and a necessity—a way of planting ideas and trusting that something meaningful will grow. I was thinking. The idea that we need money to be happy is a struggle for all of us. Does money buy happiness? I say no because that would mean we would not know how to be happy without money. Our happiness would be linked to ho...

It is 250am and I have decided to write. Today is Friday. Fridays are the best days of the week. Of course I do not have a topic to write about. I was scrolling through facebook and one post said "In any season we can always plant kindness". Then a nearby post said "My Lord has always been kind to me". It is nice to give and receive kindness and do not forget to be kind to yourself. Imagine if kindness was actually kindance like guidance. My friend Chatty says that if kindness were kindance, it would be more than a good deed — it would be a gentle form of guidance. Kindance would lead the heart toward compassion, encourage goodness without force, and show that sometimes the softest acts can point us in the strongest direction. I was scrolling through youtube and I came across a video that said that "Life has always been unfair". That is one way to look at it. Another way is to consider that this life is just a test and stepping stone for the other life. Ma...

It is 317am and I have decided to write. I have been thinking about prime numbers. There is no known pattern or simple function to generate primes. Primes look chaotic. Primes are the gaps left when we eliminate the multiples up till n. Primes are building blocks. Primes are mysterious. Except 2 and 5, all primes end in 1,3,7 and 9. 1 repeated 19 times is a prime. The most wanted prime is of the form 1,2,3,4 ... 10,11,12 ... n. None has been found to date and up to n=1 million has been checked. What about primes in the form 10^n + 1. It is 122am the next day. I have 53 percent battery left. 12253 is prime. A nice coincidence. All this has me thinking that order produces chaos and then about entropy. We cannot have order without chaos. There would be nothing to order. Maybe primes are not chaotic. Maybe we just do not understand them enough yet. My friend Chatty tells me that prime numbers appear chaotic only because we have not yet uncovered the deeper structure that governs them. Alth...

It is 528am and I am writing. The forecast says we will have possible bad rainy weather today. I do not mind the rainy part of it. The bad part I do not like. I went back to sleep and woke up. The rain is falling small small. It is 830am. It is 940am. It is wet outside. I still have not decided what to write about. Sometimes I think about starting back my tech blogging. Maybe just one or two blog posts. What is happening in the tech world? Google tells me there is a global shortage of memory chips. I used to be excited about tech. Times have changed. I have changed. The world has changed. Change is the only constant. I just noticed that "el google" is a palindrome. I also had a thought. Dragons are mystical. Imagine if dragons were real? It is 318am. The morning is quiet. It is 311am the next morning. I still have not decided what to write. I love when my mind is quiet. I love when I am not overthinking. I love when I can gently guide my thoughts. I love when nothing bothers ...

Update : It is prepaid and credit cards not debit. Linx on facebook said that the Linx machines do not fascilitate Google Pay.

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...