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Literate Programming

Upon those rocky slopes I smooth with discs of brick. The cutting edge instilling caves and depths. Inside the fern trees wood breaches the pebbles and digs little wonders. A root system finding water as the ferns reaches higher than peaks. My hands grips the hot mountain side. My breathing clear and my eyes water. At last. The heights always demanded effort. You needed a ledge to climb. A step to ascend. To transcend as your mind and heart rewind. Born anew with layers to mark the passage. Immutable images written as the writing compiles. Finally the loop succeeds. The cycle reaches forth. Time. Mark the calendar. Mark the ages. History indeed does repeat. When effort meets. Silent yet fulfilling. Heart curse burning ridge. Suffocation weight diamonds shipped to fate. Shaping corners. Symmetry among the wings. And so the feeling goes. As pieces form in my life they attract the next. Sometimes the wait is just temporary as your investment goes into yourself. Then the dawn awaits. As I ...
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Learning Latent Space

New word: Latent Space I have been into game development for a while. Well I mean I looked into it. Watched a few videos over the years. Here and there. The last few months I can easily track the progress I have made. My frequency is increasing. It most certainly is. However the most important aspect of coding is the value. What do I feel? Is the work meaningful? Are my efforts rewarding without reaching my goal? And will the reward of coding itself send me closer to my endeavors. All those questions are yes. They are improving steadily. Recently I posted about probability. I have digged further. And now I am learning linear algebra truly. I am chatting with AI about probability to get a beginning sense of the field. The AI gives me blips of information that I stitch together along with video resources and soon books as well. So why? Well. I love spatial computing. I have for a long time. Although I thought spatial computing needed a good VR platform to work with. I finding that is not...
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Unified Language - Reframe

The process of reframing. Changing. Restructure. Append. Alloy. The twisting of material. The melting down to recharge. Its beautiful, frightening and very familiar. Hearing the sounds. The probability. The possibility. It is a field that scatters. It is a field that speaks. Someone. Anyone. Can get into the work of alloy. It doesn’t need to be metal. No. This work is the art of material. Both digital, and both real. You just need to listen. Hear and harken. Beckon your heart to reach out. Reach and grab. Feel its language. Hear the meaning in every fiber. The repeating pattern. The unified field is real. Its language speaks in every identity. Precision cuts and strangles, but probability likens. It likens unto the reality into symbolic form. Looking at the material or the blank screen and sensing all possible solutions. There is no right one. There is no wrong one. It is okay to dive in. The figuring out becomes unifying. Specifically tailored to what you are looking for. The applicat...
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Drift in Stasis

Rhythm. Very important to me. I always need some of rhythm to organize my mind. Then weather comes in and brings in weathered health. I have been under the weather for the last three weeks. And I have watched it get worse and worse and my capabilities put on hold while I find the solution. I got medication but it didn't take away sharp pains. I spent at the peak of pain this final third week. Until last night night some applied heat open up the inflammation, and let it all connect again. I woke up today feeling better, but still not feeling good. But I rushed on my computer thirsty for the productive thought I usually have. And just a little time here working on code and writing helps my emotions lift to better spheres of thought. I am no cow mooing on the pasture, but my eyes rest much easier now. A little better. A little more normal rhythm tasted. I wear headphones every day and all day. The music helps with the outside world and provides my rhythm that I crave and rely on. When...
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Project: Automating Pipeline

Flaregami. This project has been placed in stasis. I was working on the project and realized I very much want to build up my automation up first. The goal is to learn and to build something I need. So I created a new project and began to use python. I am still going to use Rust in many of my projects, but I felt Python suited this sort of project. The scripts I am writing will help coding become easier for me. I have two styles of mind in one headspace. And that conflicts and interrupts. I have spent a lot of effort in understanding my own head. So I have a few ideas to make coding easier. The project is meant for that. However I need to work through the basics first. Because my physical illness I been kept back from learning application as I learned theory. So the backlog needs to be cleared first. And this project enables me to cut my teeth and try my first step in open source development. I am excited to learn! I am excited to grow! Writing in all their forms is what I am passionate...
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Living in Rhythm

Is it craziness? To know yourself and not act? Not act with when you know the truth lies within the intersection of individuality. And with true law. The spot where two lines run together. Where peace of conscience meets flow. Right and morals land on the speed of running feet. Zipping down the lane. Pushing the boundaries of human limits. Your limits. The stop sign looms. A law to curtail a crash. Instead of running through you take the next right. Keep running. Keep the flow. Scribe in the pathways. Setup the network. Bring in those connections. Lean in on your net. Stress test then labor with your run. Into the streets around the world. Fighting only your heart guiding with your gut. Intuition led me forward. Find the truth within. I was born to flow the paths and open gateways. Discover the connection. Bring them all together. I am graviton words. I swim in and cut through the gates. The gated network. Information spark. Light up. Zap in thin bring fine copper cords. Twist the chor...
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Omen

A man faces the same wall, spreads his fingers, and places both palm and head on the bricks. No matter the age. The intended era. Or the records may state. The suffering of time will crush the sea. Waves dying before teaching the shore. The fear of tsunamis lost. The wall shivers with relief, but that single man knows a little bit more. A needles sits there, and the bubble may very well mistaken temporary stillness for defense. The bubble will pop. The bricks cascading down, and only the wind will enjoy relief. Unobstructed sky ways grasping freedom. Mankind sits in the middle. They face the demons within. The creatures of the deep. And the gazelles are hunted. Bucks shot down by glints in the wasted wilderness. Primordial is a joke when our hands touch that wall. We feel. We think. Construct to obscure fading alleyways. Walls closing in. History nipping at those demons. Feed the flames. Coals glow bright. Then in the middle of town. A saga sings. Tavern drinks. Sheltered malls. Religi...
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