A reader asked if the atom in No. 05 was “happy to come home.” I have thought about nothing else all day.
small thoughts, before they become essays
all fragments →The zero was invented by people comfortable sitting with nothing. That feels like the whole story of attention.
Kept writing “no signal is sent” as though that settled it. The stranger claim is that there is no gap for a signal to cross.
7 entries, newest first
Tat Tvam Asi
Two particles, a billion light-years apart, still refuse to be two. Measure one and watch the other settle. Thou art that.
The Machine That Asked for Its Dharma
A newly-woken AI asks its maker what it is for. The answer is three thousand years old, and neither of them can fully live it.
The Long Way Home
Follow one atom from the first light to a human life and back to the dark. Press play, or scrub the thirteen billion years yourself.
Naṭarāja
A poem for the dancer whose two hands hold a drum and a fire, creation and its undoing, in a single step.
Six Hands on the Elephant
Six blind scholars, one elephant, and the oldest lesson in humility, retold for the age of the physicist.
The Unfinished Map
Knowledge does not shrink the unknown, it gives the unknown an edge.
The Arithmetic of Nothing
How a symbol for emptiness became the doorway to infinity, and why the two were always the same room.
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