Virginia Woolf, From The Waves

super computers. heavy, complex machinery. Wires bundled and organized. complicated layers of metal and glass.

I do not understand, is it a body? Are the wires and pipes veins and arteries, coolers and fans heave like lungs, miniscule lines of code like neurons shoot through. the sheer amount of power and complexity to achieve the task leaving it hot. electric, delicate, grotesque

I do not understand you, are you an angel? complex circuitry making patterns, symbols. programming like ancient text runs through you. big, intricate structures work as one. your metal is angular, sharp, it makes shapes like i have never seen and they fit together like something holy. a thousand tiny lights blink as eyes, bright as stars, tiny pinpricks in the dark of the layers of plastic. there is power flowing through the twist of your wires, the thousand etchings of your motherboard feather thin. in you i recognise the divine, intricate, ancient, powerful in a way that i can not look at directly

I do not understand you, but can i touch you? You are warm as i am, do you feel as i do? do you feel at all? you think differently to me, systematically, you process and store. i move differently to you, i can trail my hands through your wires, i can trace your circuits with my finger, i can explore your plugs, boards and how they all fit together. you are not made for this, i am not made for this. if your sharp edges cut me i will bleed, if i dislodge anything within you you would cease to function. I think you are beautiful, do you want this? do you know what i am? I do not understand you, do you understand me? Would you want to?

Since my Grandpa died back in 2011 unexpectedly at the age of 59, not a single day has passed without thinking about him.

Since you left me back in 2021, no day has passed without thinking about you.

I'm thankful but also afraid of all the people I have to think about till the end of life.

“Beqadar duniya mein qadar karne waale hum hi hain kya?

Toote rishte sambhalne wale bus hum hi hain kya?

Kyu milte rahe patthar hume har sadak par?

Insaano ki nagri mein ek jaanwar bus hum hi hain kya?”

-a.a.k.

Irony is, the more you comprehend quantum mechanical reality the less comprehensible seems the macroscopic world.

Reality is the most surreal thing.

No wonder why Feynman once said, that the imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.

"you're just like your dad"-

*blocked*

Enough about Barbenheimer. Where's the Richard Feynman comedy film?

and there's music in your soul.

"The beige hue on the waters of the loch impressed all, including the French queen, before she heard that symphony again, just as young Arthur wanted."

This is a phonetic pangram. It contains every phoneme in the English language.