Dance, and it will rain,
Sing, and the stone will melt,
Call, and she'll return,
Bend the reality again,
And again.
Dance, and it will rain,
Sing, and the stone will melt,
Call, and she'll return,
Bend the reality again,
And again.
आज हमारा नाइन इलेवन दिवस है। आज के दिन, एक सौ पचास साल पहले, बंकिमजी ने अंग्रेज़ों को भारत से नौ दो ग्यारह (9/11)होने का आह्वान किया था!
वन्दे मातरम्!
Someone sent these seven wishes for me for November:
Every year,
The Government gives me a month
to prove that I am alive,
And, after I die,
A proof that I'm dead.
This is one time. however.
This whole thing came out when I tried to find if odd numbers' infinity is greater than even numbers' infinity (without including zero in the comparison):
I thought infinity is infinity,
But Cantor said that there is more,
First we have aleph-null,
The smallest infinity that is there.
Then we have infinite infinity,
What he calls continuum,
He himself is wary however,
'Infinity is God's kingdom.'
A conversation on infinity with OpenAI:
https://chatgpt.com/share/69044800-df8c-8013-af4b-728ae0e9b2bc
Most infants become adults.
Only some become Infantry.
Best wishes on Infantry Day.
You said to me about
Leaving your sacred place:
It's my zugunruhe*:
It's been a Jug,
since I've rested in this oasis,
I want out now.
It is my zugunruhe,
Like the restlessness,
Of the migratory birds,
Like the restlessness
Of my soul.
The season is ripe now.
*Zugunruhe: (German: zug = migration, unruhe = restlessness) is the innate, internal agitation that builds up in migratory birds (and even some insects, fish, and mammals) when their internal clocks sense it’s time to move.