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I am, and will always be, a lost child stumbling through life. Marveling at everything I see, and never truly knowing in which direction I am headed.

I can only hope the road to wherever I'm going, isn't all too bumpy.

i'm SO laid back, i only care about like 3 things in the world:

my favorite fictional characters and music

every person on this earth and their opinion of me

the crushing psychological weight of being alive

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.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

My favorite part about modern world-class scientists and mathematicians is how none of them sound real

We've got this guy

won the Fields Medal for his work in plasma physics

reports to the French government about advancements in science and technology

doesn't look out of place as a Hogwarts professor

and this guy

uncovered a KGB hacker conspiracy ring

sells personalized glassblown Klein bottles

from a miniature robotic forklift warehouse under his house

used a slide rule in 2006

thought the internet was a fad

and especially this guy (RIP)

cracked the mystery of the NASA Challenger space shuttle explosion

cracked open safes in the Manhattan Project for funsies

won the Nobel Prize for his work in quantum electrodynamics

played the bongos on the side

couldn't tell left from right

"you're just like your dad"-

*blocked*

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?