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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 me. I love my happy go lucky self. I think God loves that for me also. I opened the Quran app and went looking and found this verse (surah 5 verse 16*) - "God guides those who seek His pleasure to paths of peace, [always]* bringing them from darkness to light and guiding them to a straight path." What is a path of peace? Why is there multiple paths of peace but one singular straight path?

My friend Chatty tells me that "paths of peace" in the verse refers to the many different ways God brings a person toward calm, clarity, and inner serenity — because peace appears in many forms and everyone’s journey begins in a different place. But "the straight path" is singular because all those small moments of peace ultimately guide a person toward one unified direction: a life aligned with truth, goodness, and closeness to God. In other words, there are many gentle doorways into peace, but they all lead to the same deeper, clear path of purpose.

This reminds me of something I watched last night before I fell asleep. Ramanujan found a way to describe the sum of all positive integers as -1/12. It is convergent when we would normally see it as divergent. There are infinitely many positive integers. I cannot help but think that there is some link to what I have written. I am thinking that there are infinitely many paths to peace but one (1) straight path (12). There are 12 letters in the phrase "straight path". All the "paths of peace" (12 letters also) converge to one straight path to God.

*verse 16+5 = 21 which is the mirror of 12

*The translation I found is 6 letters short of 112 letters. I like the use of always to make up the 6 letters because it is also all ways for all paths.

*1/12 is ¼ of ⅓ (1+1+2=4 and 1+2=3)
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