This world is different

This world is different.
Not consonant to one
I imagined to be like:
where Wittgenstein is losing his mind
over the origins of mind and language;
where Ramanujan is writing equations
that appeared magically in his dreams;
where Turing created computers
only to answer Hilbert's decision problem;

Instead, this world is the result of all of this.

Starting with Turing,
turing machines led to logic,
logic of computations,
machines, simple and complex machines,
machines which we call "computers" now.
Computers which were just an experiment,
a new way to see the world -
a simple and effective way to seek reality,
for reality was and will remain complex,
so why not accept a new way to see it?

But a long-tail of snake,
in that snake-ladder game you played in 90s
could be devastating,
same is I believe the case is with
science now.

With enormous magnification level in experiments,
loads of data and plenty of hi-tech machines,
reality is posing less challenges to machines.
Even if it poses some,
a black-box model,
neural networks -
the thrill of today,
is solving problems no could have imagined before.

But science cares about how you solve them,
every step matter more than the end result.

Science was built on pillars of progressiveness,
problems were left unsolved, for they were really difficult.
Difficult to grasp both visually and mathematically.

But now, visual part is handled by hi-tech cameras,
and mathematical part by neural networks,
and what not!

Science was an enterprise of riches before -
who devoted on intellectual pursuits, for it was noble and niche.

Now science is next door - everyone can learn it, use it and do it.

There still are lot of problems to solve, in science,
but there is competition, so quality is going down.

Philosophy of science is long-lost in the heaps of data.
Future of science is shadowed with the dark carbon clouds that machines emit.
Spirit of science is sold to funders and companies for loads of money.
 
Seeing all this, makes me question:

Is there any limit to this bloating bubble?
And if it bursts one day,
how will the new world be like?

What is love?

Defining or labeling something
means restraining it
or not allowing it to express itself.

You call a cat, a "cat",
which creates a boundary:
a cat can never be you
and you can never be cat;
the cat might express itself freely,
but for you, it's the "cat" who is doing it,
not someone like you or not even a part of you.

Love transcends these boundaries - 
boundaries of labels, boundaries of naming,
syntaxes of rules and humor of blaming.

Love sets myself out from the current context 
where I am supposed to act on rules - 
love allows myself to be, to be creative 
and to feel free.
On top of that, love sets myself on a journey:
on a boat without a roar,
sailing on an ocean - warm yet rough.
Each second brings me more warmth,
and more struggle to feel more warmth.
This warmth comforts me 
yet asks me something in return -
myself, my whole self 
to submerge into the moment that is now,
to know tricks, details, concepts, knowns
of the equation that I love more than anything else;
an unknown is what is hidden there in the ocean,
it's there but hidden. I am not an discoverer but a hunter.
Maths is not a discovery, but an invention.
You hunt for the tools while feeling warmth.
You use them then to invent something, 
only to realise that that invention might mean
something else to someone,
but for you it doesn't mean anything -
it lies there, open, alone and afresh,
waiting for someone to come by and just see it.