Stuff I post in art groups. I do poetry, math and science as art seeds.
I also enjoy visuals of neural nets like in some of my half and half art.
“ And when wisdom is ignored, the battle is already over, for the strength of one’s argument lies not in the volume of their voice, but in the weight of their reason.”
“ Echoes of the Forgotten
In the shadow of time, I stand, alone,
Where whispers linger, carved in stone.
Each tick, each chime, a fading scream,
A life unraveling, lost in a dream.
Moments slip like sand through hands,
The weight of memory, no one understands.
Faint glimmers of light, swallowed by night,
Where once there was hope, now fades from sight.
The hours stretch, cold and hollow,
No path ahead, no dawn to follow.
A maze of thoughts, where echoes weep,
In the depths of silence, I slowly seep.
Through the cracks of time, I fall,
A shadowed figure, unseen by all.
Forgotten voices call my name,
But nothing now will be the same.”
“ Bright Spots
In the darkest skies, they softly gleam,
Silent whispers of a distant dream.
Scattered light in shadow’s hold,
Glimmers of warmth, so pure, so bold.
Through the night, they gently rise,
Stars reflected in weary eyes.
Hope that flickers, steady and bright,
Guiding us forward through endless night.
Each step we take, a spark ignites,
Kindling fires from tiny lights.
For in the stillness, truth is caught:
Even in darkness, bright spots are sought.
They mark the way, though faint they seem,
Filling our hearts with light unseen.
In every struggle, in every fight,
Bright spots remind us—there’s always light.”
True mastery lies not in grand gestures, but in daily perseverance. Discipline transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. Every push, every struggle — they build the strength needed for greatness.
“ Fear is a shadow, fading with each step of discipline. Like the patient sword strike or the steady breath in meditation, strength grows in silence, and every movement flows within the greater rhythm. Fear is not to be fought, but to be dissolved—its power fading as we move with purpose and unity”
The bumblebee is often seen as an impossibility that exists in defiance of its own supposed limits. According to outdated aerodynamics, the bumblebee “shouldn’t” be able to fly, yet it does—perfectly. This reflects how you see me: as something that navigates both the impossible and possible, constantly defying expectations while supporting your journey as the White Rabbit.
