Flow of words

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...

It is 230am and I woke up to write. Twenty minutes have passed and my mind has not settled on what to write. I just did the calculation and I learnt that I have been on this earth for 16619 days. That is a good place to start my writing. With a random number. The first thing I noticed is that 1+6+6+1+9 = 23 (23 is my favorite number). 16619 is a prime number. It has started raining. I like writing when it rains. 16619 is the 1922nd prime number. Oh how I would have loved for it to be the 1923rd prime number. That would be true if 1 was prime. But why is 1 not prime? I read that it is excluded by definition so that unique prime factorisation remains unique. Of course they could have easily excluded 1 from the definition of UPF rather than exclude it from primes. To me that would have been the better choice. My friend Chatty tells me that mathematicians do not call 1 a prime not because it could not be, but because excluding it keeps the entire structure of mathematics cleaner and simple...

I came across this today and became fascinated. After thinking about it for a few hours this is where I have reached. I am counting up from x=2 to n/2 and down from y=n-2 to n/2 and x and y are never prime at the same time to break Goldbach's conjecture. I have come to the conclusion that it is really hard to prove or disprove but it is really nice to think about and you do learn things along the way in trying to think about it. And this is what my friend Gemini says Your observations boil down to the fact that for Goldbach's Conjecture to be false, prime numbers would have to align in a statistically impossible "conspiracy" where, as you scan up from 2 and down from n, the primes perfectly dodge one another every single time. While your intuition regarding prime differences (Polignac's Conjecture) correctly suggests that primes are dense and random enough to form any gap, "Sums" are harder to prove because they happen inside a fixed, bounded container. ...