Nodes and Arrows

How dumb, how naïve
How evil, visceral
The god that made me in its image.

Shallow, and deep.
Deeper than everything I have seen.
Yet I seek one word that explains it
all.
How shallow of me, and the it that made me.

I can see it, somewhere here,
Sitting, and asking the same question,
From the one that made it.


What good are poets.
Do they burn in hell?
Sir, I think not.
Oh, swell.

Let’s not complicate this further by saying meaningful things.

From a dead poem
I arose

Some were castles in the air, 
Some otherwise.
It’ll be a different view,
From your side.

Everything in this world is natural.

The effect does the cause does the effect.

that the reams
of books and oceans and sirens and screams
and everything
is just lost.
In the reams
and the books,
oceans, sirens and screams.

communication, and it’s consequent, organization

Reevaluate the value of consolidation

Everything has to be more complicated before it can be simple.

सागर की एक लहर का
सागर के बिना अर्थ नहीं है |

Butterfly
Butterfly.

सुबह की किरणें कब दोपहर की धूप बन गई, पता ही नहीं चला ।

“Major modes are called major because there are also minor modes.”

—   Emacs C-h t