Entropy…

Both what you run from and what you yearn for are within you

Archive for November, 2007

Philosophy & Poetry- Physics Entropy | 28 Nov 2007

On the Nature of Things

On the Nature of Things (Latin: De rerum natura) is a first century BC epic poem by Lucretius that grandly proclaims the reality of man’s role in a universe without a god to help him along. It is a statement of personal responsibility in a world in which everyone is driven by hungers and passions [...]

Sprituality & Sufi Insight Entropy | 25 Nov 2007

The Moving Finger writes..

Perhaps the most celebrated verse of Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat,
Which is effortless and sincere, which expresses the reality and consequences of life.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-Omar Khayyam

Poetry- Physics Entropy | 23 Nov 2007

Atoms..

Atoms
Some people raise uncertainty
To a principle
As though we were nothing but atoms
Atoms don’t bleed
It’s not anticipation makes them breathless
They expect nothing
And so
They’ve no need
Some people say, Nature’s dialectic
As though she knew how else things could have been
Nature doesn’t choose
She never bates her breath in expectation
She’s no need
And so
Nothing to lose
© e-poems.org

Mathematics & Poetry Entropy | 21 Nov 2007

Pi Haiku

Pi – ratio of
Around : across a circle -
An endless number ?
© e-poems.org

Art & Books & Life & Literature & Mathematics & Science Entropy | 17 Nov 2007

Anna of Arithmetic

This eloquent piece form a Book – “The Advent of the Algorithm” by David Berlinski expressing a contemplation that has prevailed in me.
Why we should we care to read literature ? it also explores underlying relationship between Art & Science..
Anna of Arithmetic

Reading a novel with an innocent eye, students very often lose themselves in [...]

Poetry & Sprituality Entropy | 16 Nov 2007

The Web

Is it possible there is a certain
kind of beauty as large as the trees
that survive the five-hundred-year fire
the fifty-year flood, trees we can’t
comprehend even standing
beside them with outstretched arms
to gauge their span,
a certain kind of beauty
so strong, so deeply concealed
in relationship—black truffle
to red-backed vole to spotted owl
to Douglas fir, bats and gnats,
beetles and moss, flying [...]

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