Aug 21, 2025
“If given the chance, I'd probably dash all hopes of a dope like me getting past the tricker parts of theories in math,”
Context
I sometimes journal in the mornings in a flow state. Writing whatever comes to mind. This was written in that way, without pause, on paper, in ink, while watching my daughter crawl around. Photo is of the notebook, on her babymat, in the morning light. I am sharing this May 4th 2026 having just stumbled across a tweet of it. Fond memory and fun little William Blake style limmerick.
Transcribed version below:
"Beauty is Truth"
If given the chance,
I'd probably dash
all hopes of a dope
like me getting past
the tricker parts
of theories in math,
and focus instead
on a visual path.
One where the physics
emerges regardless.
Not numbers and letters,
and string theory garbage.
But beauty and motion,
and simplified shapes.
As above, so below,
As shown on a page.
The crew with the calcs
and dry dissertations,
still get inspirations
from mundane observations.
Then try to make maps
overlaid on terrains,
of mathematical violence
coordinating their frames-
As if nature's been tamed?
Quantum chaos in chains?
Oh what's the use!
Oh what a ruse!
The Artist comes closest
when minding the Muse.
But fret not my post docs,
there's room yet for you.
We'll leave you with this:
Beauty is Truth.