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.

Discrete or continuum

 Is the reality discrete or continuum?

This question troubles everyone,
everyday, every moment
for it depends on the mood and the brain
how one perceives reality
and how one deals with it?

Calculus operates on continuum 
so physicists try best possible ways
to maintain this assumption -
be like through Planck's length scale
or through continuum limit in fluids.

Below such limits, nature is discrete
randomness of atoms creave havoc,
complecity of tiny particles mess things up.

Even the mathematics describing continuum world fails.
At one point, the equations yield bizzare solutions
or simply fail to yield or tell anything.

Computers come to rescue as they work discretely, discreetly.
On numbers, on bits and bytes, on flips and flops.
They can treat this enormous world with their enormous potential.
Aid our brains to quantify, solve, and simulate everything.

But computers are engineered neurons which work on some rules,
those rules which are built on the fabric of mathematics -
of axioms, lemmas, theorems, and their proofs.
Mathematics encompass everything and anything,
it can be made discrete or be made continuum.

Minds which delve into mathematical world
are not escaping out of reality, 
for reality can be mathematics - who knows?
Reality can be your hands, my hands - who knows?
Reality can be your experiences, my experiences - who knows?
It can be all of these three or maybe even more.
No one knows.

  

 

Immortality

Does it bother you, 
what will you be left with,
when you die?

Do you want something to leave here,
or to take away to heavens with you,
or you simply don't care?

Some of us want something to leave
as evolution designed us to do so.
Some leave babies, some leave ideas,
some leave assets, some leave books.
Many of us want to give something to this world,
in generous and kind way -
for life was an unexpected gift to us,
so why not return the favour to nature,
why not remain alive in the hearts of others?

Some of us want to take things to heavens,
those who believe in heavens,
in good deeds and bad deeds,
in a world before and after life,
in a single cosmos of souls -
they want to take good vibes to heavens
and be born again with a better life.

There are, but, a few people
who don't care about their mortal nature,
in that they are detached from pleasures and pains,
from material and immaterial,
from emotions and objects.
A mind that's detached yet penetrating
the fabric of reality as is,
asking about its whereabouts and
still knowing that there is no answer,
yet asking this question repeatedly, throughout life,
feeding itself through simple pleasures -
pleasures of science, pleasures of poetry,
pleasures of arts, pleasures of philosophy,
that mind is liable to explode when exhausted,
just stop functioning or get damaged at one stage,
that mind will probably be 
the most closest mirror
to the fabric of reality -
this is what I'd call immortality.

Scientific mind

 A mind so sharp like an edge of a sword,
it pierces the fabric of reality 
and opens it, like a door to heaven.

What's heaven or what's hell?
Nothing matters to it, 
for it has nowhere to go
and nowhere it belongs.

It belongs to the place
where it breathes now,
where it senses now
and where it meditates now.

It finds mathematical underpinnings
and simple postulates 
that defies all criticisms.
Any experiments which disproves it,
just disembellishes the whole theory.

There is no fundamental truth that mind knows,
theories do work, but work under restraints.
You relax restraints, the theory falls apart
like a machine collapses when its bolts loosen,
or a body falls down when its joints lose their grip.

Hence, what's more mighty is the reality, not the mind.
Impossible is the mind which conquers or mimics reality.
A mind is bound to provide abstractions,
imaginations that feel close to reality.
It might work really well or not at all -
it doesn't matter. 
What matters the most
is a never-ending quest
of a limited mind
to appreciated the reality as is.
To stay open and get surprised
every second
of this only life that you've got.

Privileges

Being born was never a choice,
so we lament over it,
we curse over it:
wish my parents were more rich,
my parents were more educated,
and what not!

Indeed, our actions are constrained
by the things we experience 
and the things we can imagine.

But whatever you have 
is a privilege to someone else.
So one can assume that everyone of us,
I repeat, all of us, are privileged in some sense.
Some have got cars, which many can't afford.
Some can buy books, which many can't afford.
Not only individuals, but organisations as well..
Some exploit daily workers by paying less,
ads make money by hackings our brains,
cigarettes kill people, but are everywhere,
newly 18 turned enter sex industry out of despair,
yet we hide behind our curtains and watch them.
Countries looted centuries ago, now are looked down upon-
their poverty is a classroom problem to someone else.

Shutting eyes is easy, as even privileged ones suffer.
Someone is more privileged than us, so we all suffer.
What's important is to act and not just lament,
do something instead of writing a poem (like me) -
small acts that remind you of how privileged are you,
to not support companies which exploit their workers,
to not buy products whose sources are morally corrupt,
to donate more than you save; if you're financially secure,
to act rather than sit; if you're free enough.

An emotion is something, that can make you socially conscious.
An emotion of forgetting your suffering for once,
and hate your privilege can do much good for humanity.
Don't feel coward to be emotional about such things.

It still is a privilege to be emotional about your romantic feelings,
and feel rock solid, stolid, for other things.
To afford a partner sticking around you is a privilege.
To be emotionless, as you walk by and see someone shivering in cold,
is a privilege!

Origami

Are we two sides of the same page

folding into one another?

No tapes, no glues.

Filling the voids along the creases,

effortlessly; 

drawing one another,

closer and closer...

Until we broke each other apart,

by tearing the page into pieces

just like ending our bodies.

With a tactful strategy,

we join the ends of pieces

to form the Möbius strip

which brings us on the same page -

though after death,

when we no longer have breath