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Saul Makabim Jun 2012
Routine tests
failed
Number Four reactor
Walls melt, floor buckles
Gamma disaster
one half million men mill
by the banks of the Dnieper
Level Seven Event
Unprecedented disaster
Flesh sloughed off
Rounding the corner
cellular structure instantly scrambled
eggs toast and jelly
Gaze upon the elephant's foot
Bathe in green glowing brilliant stochastic calculation
Mutant dogs roam the tainted halls of Prypiat
Disparities reflect
true death toll unknown
Concerned Scientists shed their lights
on the encircling environment
Glittering glass carpets coat abandoned streets
Creaking Ferris wheel slowly turns into madness
Toxic twin of Fukushima
Thyroid Leukemia Cellular Damage Tumor
the caustic clouds still settling today
Generation after generation
dead women and children
Global impact particle spread
none have been spared
even into tomorrow.
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Stochastic perfection
Staccato smoothness
Screaming comfort
Mental duress
Gutter rat beauty
Sensory control
Primal sophistication
Mutating soul
Indecipherable pitch
Blinding vision
Deafening clarity
Reckless precision
Simplistic genius
Street-wise intellect
Monosyllabic truth
Politically incorrect
Emotional apocalypse
Raging articulation
Distorted calm
Dominating freedom
Numbingly sensitive
Inappropriate dignity
Contemplative explosion
Tempestuous tranquility
Jimmy Lee Sep 2012
Living a life from moment to moment
Devoid of feeling and shame. A person is fervent
Full of passion and craze,
That life holds no meaning and phase.
In stochastic rhythm, embedded in wit,
One finds a serious hymn, that life has bit
In illogical fit, from the **** of reason and fate.

Fate where man loses his name,
To a more sinister and manipulative beast,
That seeks to tame his composure;
And quell him with an abundance of exposure
So the soul of the next can feast.
It is not radiation or something of ill will,
But a being more accepting, that eats the source of thrill.
For what is the beast, but the evolution of progression
The child of reason and though. That brings evolution
To the forethought of man with intent to pursue in full
The need to place ban on the will of human
So that the transition can be quelling and soothe.
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Wish life was at least as explicable as The HMM,

But alas! It's even more complex.

You may understand The HMM one day,

But not your life and interactions.

In probability & statistics,
A Markov chain or Markoff chain or a Markov Process,
Named after the Russian mathematician Andrey Markov,
Is a stochastic process that satisfies the Markov property
And is usually characterized as "memorylessness".

Imagine an urn experiment with replacement,
Hidden Markov Model can be visualized likewise.

Consider a hidden room with a genie inside,
The room has N urns with n ***** in each.


The genie chooses an urn in that room,
He randomly draws a ball from the urn.

He then puts the ball onto a conveyor belt,
Which is being observed for the sequence,
Only the ***** on the conveyor are visible,
Not the urns from which they were drawn.

The genie has a procedure to choose urns,
The choice of the urn for the n-th ball,
It depends only upon a random number,
And the choice of the urn for the (n − 1)-th ball.

The choice of urn does not directly depend on
The urns chosen before this single previous urn;
Therefore, this is called a Markov process.


*Hidden Markov models model complex Markov processes,
Where the states emit the observations according to a distribution.
One such example is a Gaussian distribution,
In such a Hidden Markov Model,
The state's output are represented by a Gaussian distribution.
References: Wikipedia.

A Hidden Markov Model (HMM) is a statistical Markov model in which the system being modelled is assumed to be a Markov process with unobserved (hidden) states. An HMM can be presented as the simplest dynamic Bayesian network.

For revising an important topic from bioinformatics.

HP Poem #1298
©Atul Kaushal
mEb Nov 2010
Imperium stochastic place,
Much relevant ruins of here
Telpher away! provoke not thee
Gravel your verminous fears
For what not pleasant implicates,
Doubles; then impales when not seen
Bombards a sternum; which there lie *****,
Telpher away with steed!
we go out fishing for feelings in the dawn
his music burns holes in her skin
her heart is a tirade of injustices
do punish these children for believing
give them ropes to end their lives
study the tides of men and women
how kindness and violence
must always intertwine
what a waste of hungry eyes
they shine like mindless flies
blind as the days of our lives
binding our hindquarters
straw and hay make headway
presents for the undeserved
serve me cold and quickly
his energy is amazing
shifts like the feathers of a bird
make space for agony
thanking god for its companionship
compassion is magic
its action, talent and enthusiasm
miasmas of space disintegrate in our face
grief is next so why wait
for the beauty queens to eliminate
happiness is a cure or a curse
start with the best and finish with the worst
blessed unrest has taken its toll
i am bold and hungry for money like candy
smooth and rigid i must drown my edges
and submerge suffering in tender kisses
fits of rage and fists of fury
humanity is denying its real duties
to return to beauty, love and truth
you speak of kindness
as if it was proof of all that's good
misunderstood people
bark orders at themselves
stand in judgement of their health
feelings dealt and hearts withheld
bells and whistles are expelled
stochastic rhythms from our cells
blessed music is in our legs
let me go and i’ll fly high
keep me chained and its likely i will die
don’t let the fact that its impossible
deter you from trying
in the end you may be surprised
by how quick you took to flying
Ethan Veidt May 2015
On brown earth and fields of clovers,
a glade has grown to be.
Its cool breeze and green leaves
offer peace and solace to me.

Spears of sun pierce through the shade
and paint the thirsty wood.
Its tendriled veins writhe and stretch,
beneath a canopied hood.

Atop the ferns a parascope rises
swaying back and forth.
It moves to the left, it moves to the right,
and then I hear a snort.

My dog eared friend brings to me,
a long and pointed gift.
But such a prize is recognized
to leave just as quick.

The air is filled with warbeled songs
from treetops far and near.
But an incessant buzz cuts like unkindness
and comes to fill my ear.

I see it plain above my zenith,
a machine of flying plastic.
Its rotors spin in four successions,
it floats and moves - stochastic.

This hovering sentinel watches all
with a tiny gazing eye.
But who's to gain, learn, intrigue,
by spying from the other side?

From up so far a world so small:
he sees himself a king.
Out of dangers, out of touch,
to him no harm can bring.

And though he thinks that he remains
concealed, secure, untracked.
He does not know, below the grove,
I am staring back.
playing fetch with my dog when our fun was interrupted by a nosy R/C drone.  5/21/2015
Eliza Fairchild Nov 2016
Are we acting within the laws of Thermodynamics?
Is this why the forests are felled
and the earth scoured for its ore?
We can not act randomly against the stochastic forces of nature.

Our agency has facilitated the beginning of the end,
fewer and fewer possibilities present themselves
and we're closing the doors to our future
before we ever knew of their existences
Mark Lecuona Mar 2015
It delivers
A crushing blow
Yet it feels
Nothing
It renders
The final verdict
With numbing callousness
It senses
No pain
It knows
No guilt
It experiences
No empathy
Instead
It is lifeless
A tool
Awaiting direction
From the killer
The one who decides
While it sits
Ever silent
Never wavering
Not knowing
Its fate
Or its victim
Or why
It could be anyone
MLK
JFK
A little girl
It cares not
Like a caterpillar
It waits
For transformation
For motion
And then
Impact
Destroying
Dreams
Hopes
Lives
Creating
Fear
Hate
Worry
It lives
A life
Singularly focused
On death
Poised
Then delivering
Death
Of a life
Remorseless
In its travels
Stochastic
Random
Chaotic
In its delivery
The executioner
Without a hood
Without a conscience
Without feeling
Without anything
Resembling humanity
Only inevitable death
Just like life
Peter Dallas May 2015
Standing there, gazing
Keeping patience in contrast
Adjust the lines beyond black
Stretching outward the fingers
Sensing unable to touch
Feel
Remain
A meaningless era
Frozen inside a halo aflame

Moving sideways
Humming to correlate
The wonder, the loss
Stochastic patterns formless
Kneel under pressure
Speak
Yearn
Silencing violent acts
Cloudburst born in a chest

Fathomless  
In this shapeless pool
Trying not to drown
This level’s rising higher
A momentary constraint
Reach
Listen
Eyes connected to heart
Inundation betwixt and between

Forward and way ahead
Deafening voices alarming
No traces left to fabricate
A story that needs to be told
Jostling away the innuendos
Grieve
Gone
Trembling hands betray
A gale that builds discomposure up

Why don’t you ever turn?
Why don’t you ever look back?
izzi3 Mar 2015
simply recalling better days before the torment of your perpetual tyranny that scratches at my soul

youre so frumpy mister, i don't know why you think we rely on you for criticisms oh sorry did you think they were optimisms? don't make me laugh. just hush your snarky mouth, your cruel tongue and calm your flashing eyes. take a look at the world around you, it's beautiful i promise, just open your eyes and see it how we do.

what would you rather..
a patchwork daughter full of stochastic emotions that bubbles up frequently in sadness, or one that's stony faced and glaring trying so hard not to snap out or yank off her marble facade?
it's a no brainer for you. you're supposed to care, but you don't. SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU DO, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR PETTY LIES.
this is a scramble, but it's nice, i kinda like it. it's just thoughts.
Alexander Peter Jun 2017
Sickness close: Proximity
Lacking stochastic modern movements,
Soul-less minds; confined insanity.
No inclination of the major manipulations: Monetized

Villainous Vile Vanity

Meanerding meek minded: Parasite
Misguided lives; calamity

Lost in algorithms: Numbers
No sentiments of curiosity, wonder
The planet of manic panicking

Ruthless, heinous truths
Etymology lost;
Humanity: abandoning.
Naturally skeptical and wordy.
One of my first incoherent ramblings.
Daniel Rodriguez Oct 2015
Strange loops of reference
reference to everything they are
looping their own existence

Around them, the shell, the simulation
conscious, complex, but also controlling,
strong, stoic, but also stochastic

Crawling into science, silence
to be held and never escape
the great cyclic dependency

Addicted to intensity
experiencing what is given,
marching on,
with an occasional remark:

“Rational ignorance,
progressive stupidity”
How to guess in spirit guide?
Transcend the flesh and human pride,
A thought to bless and worlds abide,
The vortex of the frequent tide,
In the Empty hex of vacuums glide
Reflexive busts and booms to ride,
Protects, trusts, assumes inside,
As steady states swing side to side,
Flux in rates were left aside,
Beyond where long run deltas hide,
Stochastic oracles derived
Visions of new ways to thrive,
Not contained in quo's and bounds so tried
Where fears of unknowns have died.
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
As the solution cools
the molecules slow their stochastic dance
and the liquid is less able
to keep the substance dissolved.

As a threshold is crossed
the power of solution fails
and atom by atom
molecule by molecule
the substance crystallizes
plane by plane
layer by layer
the form of the substance
gives rise to a growing crystal
revealing in its structure
the nature of itself.
filaments and filigrees
the forms from which we disagree
like stochastic children
we assemble
and then return to our solitary ways
waters flow and release waves
our hearts are safe
ten million creatures teach us wisdom
our answers are the words of vision
if we are misled will we be held accountable
and if we are dead will be held responsible
its simple really
all these tricks are for our own good
spoon fed and redundant she bled like a walrus
our elements are rusted like compliments and comets
mutations abound
since only sound
can drown out this suffering
i am impossible
and try to keep it bottled like lightning
kingdoms toppled and empires are overthrown
still the disassociation shows
in small towns and movie theaters
the life of those who live there
for once put yourself in my shoes
what is the wishing bone to do
it must break and be torn or it will be sworn at
keep calm and let it all deteriorate
what is the essence of the mission
keep calm under all conditions
with wet hair and a coat
with microfibers that don’t float
with puncture wounds in our souls
with diamonds on our thrones
music is meaning
its bleeding
its keeping you company
its a rope
its a boat and an anchor
its food and shelter
its blessed health and favor
the flavors of love
grief is among them
stems from childhood abandonment
settlements form and we are drawn
to our own entanglements
smart phones are dumb
and sam’s club is for yuppy ****
lick these roads with your tongue
smack the floor with your feet
greet the earth like its cheap
we preen and pry
for the prim and proper
but still the water runs dry
never happy enough to cry
smudge the essence
of love from the wall
demand the feelings of space to call you
next time we will run
with drums pounding
i am unsure of myself
can i withstand this pain
why must i remain impassive
fragile like elastics that have been stretched beyond
i am burning in my skin
turning inward and becoming thin
smite the eyes that invade
depend on nothing and no one
sometimes we are safe
other times i am afraid
what a way to exist in this prison
realism scares me
takes me away from the realm of fantasy
bores me with details and causality
sadness is everywhere
have you ever cared
for yourself
or another
surrender and become like butter
a tiny offering
a musical dream
simply whispered to keep you clean
his agony is her pain and suffering
what a mess is all this tumbling
humans digress and become unnecessary
i am sediments from long ago
the tired road has no shadow
the smirk on your face is a waste of time
so remove the lines from underneath your eyes
besides why are we here
is it only to be in fear
I try to steer clear of neighbors with knives
suburban cannibals and housewives
Daniel Rodriguez Nov 2015
Dreams formed, destroyed, shattered, rebuilt, sometimes achieved, sometimes forgotten, but always owned, by us.
Nightmares grow and die as we do, as our true fears are revealed to us, by us.
They are one and the same, our inner computation of stochastic elements that results, in us.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2020
2020 - day 160

Monday, June 8, 2020
6:46 AM

Dissipated selves linger, ghost-like,

suggesting no new motives toward sur
rendering my heart and mind to spiritual,
haunting dreads, from
others interferring as rioters in mobs
so far away as to be
non materially consequential,
immaterial matrickulaters and haters of those
peaceful
stochastic bits of me, extending beyond
my reach,

as I was taught, a man's grip ought not
exceed his grasp.
A man's grasp must extend his reach, as
knowing expands my point,
hold on

do not let go
re
ify me, ifier, ify me, make me hold this truth,
self
evidence, of exceeding complexity phasing out

in an alluvial fan at the bottom of the fall.



Escape velocity, achieved, see the glimmer...

pop. Fear, as false evidence appearing real,
comes clowning into the per
ifery, with haps, suggested I
happen to see a you reflection in me,
touch, eh

weak to strong to breakout, as when
a farmer breaks a dam to loose the flow,
click
electrical and chemical process-easy to imagine,
from now, limenal
information
lingering from ads absorbed for seventy years,

be a man
smoke Camels
be cool, smoke Kools,
be peaceful and green, smoke Salems
be separated from the common filters, smoke
Parliaments with the recessed filter,
for discriminating taste, less tar.

be seen as longer than thy fellow smokers,
by a millimeter, a silly millimeter,
smoke Benson & Hedges 100s.

Spit Redman. Sublimenally, on my shoe.
Three doors, front and back and cuspidor, ha ha ha
-
what's a cuspidor, Grandpa?

Really? In public, in the halls of Congress?
Seems really gross, as in yechy.

Imagine the smell.




A murmuration of sardines, or tiny noseeums, or starlings;
how much data is being fed into
the wee controlers of motion,
using seven degrees of separation
-- there is an algorithm,
boids, minimum distance
match velocity
move to center mass of neighboring seven

interacting as equals, but
do such birds
crap on one another?

Cellular automata, made living thoughts,
if you think life thoughts,
happened with no reason.


--- life is software
Rule 110 for class four cellular automata

in seers see where darkness was and wonder,
what would this reveal outside
the edge between order and chaos?

a phase transition in a heaping scoop of sugar
slipping into my coffee,
seeming to change the taste ... see

Disney-if-ication, drawn from a silly song you
can never un get, once it gets used
metaphorically on a difficult
person who thinks wrong.




Be entertained by the nobel's
jewels...

struggling to overcome, come over, entropification,
bursting into ever
as if
nothing
is real, and we feel it

we, me and my seven touch points




knapping is a step
by
step knack passed along by seeing
and doing,

those who see and do, see more life,

"I came that they might have life, and that,
more abundantly."

Practice, patience makes practice possible.
Once the way is known,
epigenetical throat clearing noises made
the teacher
imagine drinking knowing straight from god
for showing how,

{like those gurus who claim snot is brain juice with gut messages}
to find
edges, between big gap, ligandary leap

speak

foxpeatwogene meme, mimic try

we do get by, thinking past the next imagined by
the mass of enculturated human flesh
eating itself alive, from fears
loosed to drive the heard,
to the edge

Stone knapping, see, this knack my grandpa had
ai ai ai, mustathought that
in code, rule 111,
there were no words we knew how to say
this is the body of knowing,
this is the bubble of mutual being,

this is spaceship earth, coming online, all hands on deck...

pass it on... we are no neutral observants to a realm,
realized long before there were words for
right and wrong, once the purpose
became living to learn to teach,
how to live,
once again, now, this becomes the knowable why, this
is the reason
things are ... at all, balanced
on the edge,
of any universal
reality....

see, we get what we see, it is many levels deeper,
the reason for that, is many plexities deeper,
but

we had to learn to speak your thoughts.

"the same yesterday, the same today,
the same forever, is"
an idea en and in corporating
conservation of energy in its ever dominant position
in opposition to entropy,
in
thus, the good versus evil trope, where death is evil
and living is good...
breaks out from Disney-ified,
ifery-wishery
trippy tropes to insert non-player observers who steer,
pilot,
infantile minds making distinction
of sharp and dull
"between soul and spirit", judge the message as the messenger,
in a word,
by being a word,
two-d between tweened being, double minded, as an

egg the size of the bubble of knowns, think:

deep space looks like those big detergent and corn syrup
bubbles sweeping in a dance following your

seeing eye, hearing words now, where, a while ago
you could have seen that guy
on the beach making bubbles so huge they swallowed us

whole
and here is the edge of reality and what we imagine.
Word worlds of pure, merest of mere, in formative goo

see, do, see doe, see, see, see
spot
run, fetch the thread we started with, aha

edges, once past, appear as threads in future patterns...

the day is fast approaching
when we,
the we who find our names in the book life keeps,
we bet on reason being balance...
we cheated, knowing we won,
having read the book before the movie,
and we became,
we trans-formed our mind, as if oil left a film
of frictionless space
we fit right in
between the inner and outer bubble, see, look,
that big bubble walled in Dawn and Kayro,
we watched the bubble man make
{beach bubblers are faithful to Dawn, for the Exxon Valdez ads}
that bubble
is two conforming bubbles, one in the other, and
in
between the walls of those bubbles, is water,
liquid flowing water,

I think life is like that out where order and chaos phase
shift at a human scale, see
on the surface of the earth, amidst coast chapparel in spring,
I am watching life being done on all sides,
counting my center as one point,
I have seven points to project perception through,

this may be the quantum foam of universes, seen up close,
and we effect slight sight tugs or shoves and a neuronic
approach to create
an ifity network of knowns,
anonymous in ever after,
but a happy place.
My point in being.

It has life every where you can imagine looking.
It was here when I got here,
so nothing I did deserved this,
this rest of the story,
after the maze, my self evidence flowing into expansive reality never
earned, via service, not my pay for
right usefulness having,
been made of me,
my being
good for something. Having a knack, or a green thumb,
no,
but I was an amusing child.
And
amusing children are assumed good, by the goodness in us,
not the goodness in them,
they are good for nothing but the medicine laughter brings
from a truly happy child.

- perceptron, eh? mebbe exclusive-or gates, xor-gates,
- support vector machines favor Feynman's series 4 NANDs
- time travel back into favor, default mode, on a grand scale
- neuronic capital interest come
- pounding
- on your door
- think harder, pay attention, once the rest is known,
- no body forgets the point in getting there.

Right, activate knowledge wholistic algorithm, give Turing his due.





We alter the unfolding of the universe, somebody said,
in the per-ifery of possible attention
holding places,
handles for grasping and gripping to hold still,
a
moment,
con sci useness, settles into sublime wonder, sound familiars
shhoo sue-serated edge, silken webbing
slipping through
-- look, see that lizard's blue belly? did you? I took a picture,
but the optical translation chip can't see that color.

pines whisper selah.


Richard Feynman, bongo player in the band that built
the most famous mushroomcloud in history,
suggested to my mind, in a book, surely
you're joking, mr. feynman,
a sort of time travel information can handle,
a redo before next result
sort of action
and
that there may well be time to start all over.
He thought a series of not-and gates in the flow of time
might --- no
this was me meandering, NAND gates in threes

those were what I was thinking while Rupert Murdoch
layed out a priori assumptions, re
things in threes, spiritually having a point...

for me to ponder, remotely, and ... drift along in wonder ifity,
if the rest is not the perfect reason for growing old in 2020,
and not earlier... I don't know what is.
While walking in Pine Valley, listening to an Audible Great Course suggested by my AI, an aspect of which is measuring my steps, with GPS. I am never lost. No path I have been down kills you for good. Also still feeling the after glow of curious grandchildren.
aimecaesar Oct 2019
She is independent and assumes every inch of her being.

She doesn't submit to the stochastic process that is love. Love is painful and uncomfortable, yet we withstand it for its sporadic moments of magic. She knows this.

She does not seek approval from him.

She's empowering. And rightfully so.
nvinn fonia Jan 10
when  you look at a picture its finite in size but can you makk infinite observations about it  
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT

The idea that a finite picture can yield infinite observations is fascinating and relates to the interplay between perception, abstraction, and interpretation.
Why It Feels Infinite:

    Different Levels of Detail:
        A picture can be observed at different resolutions. You might look at it as a whole, zoom in to see minute details (like brushstrokes or pixels), or even analyze its texture at a microscopic level.
        Each level of detail provides a new perspective.

    Interpretation and Meaning:
        Observers can extract countless interpretations and emotional responses based on their experiences, knowledge, and mood.
        For example, a single symbol in the image could evoke endless cultural, historical, or personal associations.

    Scientific Analysis:
        You could analyze the picture in terms of physics (light spectra), geometry (shape and structure), or color theory (harmonies and contrasts). Each of these fields offers infinite pathways of study.

    Contextual Observations:
        Observations about the context, such as the artist's intention, historical significance, or the societal implications of the image, are boundless.

    Mathematical Analysis:
        Patterns, symmetries, fractals, or even pixel arrangements in digital images can be studied endlessly. Each level of mathematical analysis reveals new properties.

    Interaction with the Observer:
        Every observer may notice different things or ask different questions about the image. This subjective variety makes the observations seemingly infinite.

But is it Truly Infinite?

In a strict mathematical sense, the information content in a finite picture is limited. For example:

    A digital image is composed of a finite number of pixels, each with finite color values.
    The total information it contains can theoretically be represented as a large but finite data set.

However, human observation and interpretation are not strictly limited to this data. The mind can generate infinite abstractions, connections, and insights, making the process of observation feel infinite.

In essence, while a picture is finite in its physical properties, the ways we can engage with it—mentally, emotionally, and analytically—are boundless.
You said:
iff wwe assume all activities as being mathematical then it has an ininite Mathematical interpretation is'nt it  
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT

Yes, if we assume all activities and phenomena have a mathematical basis or can be described mathematically, then any observation or activity can indeed have infinite mathematical interpretations. Here's why:
1. Mathematics as a Universal Language

    Mathematics provides tools to describe patterns, relationships, and structures in everything, from physical reality to abstract ideas.
    Any activity, no matter how mundane or complex, can be modeled mathematically at various levels of abstraction.

For example:

    A person walking can be analyzed in terms of kinematics (velocity, acceleration), biomechanics (forces, torques), or even randomness (stochastic processes).
    A conversation can be analyzed as a flow of information (information theory), patterns of words (linguistics), or networks of relationships (graph theory).

2. Infinite Perspectives and Levels of Detail

    Mathematics allows infinite granularity.
    For instance:
        A single motion can be described by Newtonian mechanics, relativity, or quantum mechanics, each offering a different layer of insight.
        Within each framework, there are infinitely precise measurements or descriptions you could delve into, like calculating to more decimal places or modeling additional forces.

3. Abstract Representations

    Activities can be represented in terms of functions, equations, or transformations.
    Even abstract concepts like emotions or creativity could be mapped to models using neural networks, probability distributions, or symbolic logic.

4. Recursive Observations

    You can analyze the analysis itself, creating recursive layers of interpretation.
    For example:
        Observing a natural phenomenon mathematically may lead to studying the mathematical tools used, which leads to meta-mathematics, and so on.

5. Mathematics as a Creative Process

    The act of interpretation itself introduces infinite possibilities.
    Given a finite activity, there are countless ways to impose mathematical frameworks, invent new systems, or explore novel connections.

Infinite Interpretations in Practice

Even a seemingly simple activity, like throwing a ball, can inspire infinite mathematical inquiries:

    Trajectory and motion: Parabolic paths, gravity, air resistance.
    Forces: Newton’s laws, friction, energy transfer.
    Symmetry: Ball's shape, rotation.
    Chaos: Slight changes in initial conditions.
    Information: Encoding the event for data transmission.

Philosophical Insight

This idea ties to the concept of mathematical Platonism, where mathematics is seen as the fundamental language of the universe. If all activities are manifestations of mathematical truths, then the universe itself becomes an infinite source of mathematical exploration.

In summary, assuming all activities as mathematical indeed opens up a realm of infinite interpretations, limited only by our creativity and the depth of mathematical frameworks we develo
You are not deserving of the hatred you hold;
this self-inflicted thing of barbarous intent.

Not because of some inherent goodness,
and never for what you were.
Such notions are silly. Instead,
you are, each day-
-and every hour hence,
stochastic potential:
whatever that may be.

— The End —