Author: Mu

The Physics of Regret

A glowing, intricate brain in space emits lightning-like tendrils that converge on a shattering glass object, with a translucent hand reaching towards the broken pieces, all against a cosmic background with the title "THE PHYSICS OF REGRET."

The Physics of RegretEntropy, irreversible processes, and the mind’s stubborn habit of replaying what cannot be undone Regret arrives quietly, like a faint background hum. It’s the mental equivalent of cosmic microwave radiation: always there, faint but measurable, a leftover from some past explosion we thought we had escaped. A moment we handled poorly, a […]

The Strange Comfort of Sad Songs

A stylized anatomical heart is cut open to reveal a dimly lit room inside, where a lone figure holds a glowing lantern and musical notes float from it towards several hooded, grieving figures seated along the wall.

The heart keeps a small, dim roomwhere the old sorrows sit like shy guests,hands folded, unsure whether to riseor remain in the hush they’ve grown fond of.A quiet melody slips in through the door—thin as dusk, soft as the worn hem of memory—and suddenly the room breathes again. The song does not heal.It doesn’t promise […]

Rewilding the Mind in an Age of Infinite Content

A fantastical and surreal image depicts a lush, enchanted forest landscape shaped into the form of a human brain, split down the middle with a glowing river flowing through the fissure. Trees, vibrant with foliage and flowers, form the convoluted gyri and sulci of the brain. The river winds through the forest, illuminated by a soft, ethereal light. Numerous campfires dot the landscape, casting warm glows. Magical, glowing blue tendrils of energy, resembling lightning or synaptic connections, weave throughout the trees and emanate from various digital icons like 'like' buttons, notifications, and search symbols that hover in the background, suggesting a blend of nature and technology. Deer can be seen peacefully grazing in the forest. Above the "brain," a beam of pure light descends from the sky, illuminating the entire scene. The overall impression is one of wonder and a harmonious, yet complex, interplay between natural thought processes and the digital world.

I. The Mind Before the Flood There was a time when thinking itself felt textured. Thoughts had room to wander, like animals moving through a forest untouched by artificial boundaries. The mind was not a warehouse of stimuli but a landscape—hills of memory, rivers of curiosity, hidden clearings where ideas rested until they felt ready […]

When Silence Begins to Speak

A man in his late thirties sits quietly by a dusk-lit window, surrounded by warm lamplight, scattered papers, and a half-written journal. His expression is calm and introspective, as if listening to the silence settling gently around him.

He has always suspected that silence is older than sound. Not older in the chronological sense—though who can really measure the age of something as slippery as quiet—but older in the way mountains are older than the winds that carve them. Silence feels foundational, like the raw fabric from which everything else is stitched. Whenever […]

When Time Moves Differently Inside Us

A lone, feminine storm-spirit standing on a vast open plain, her form made of swirling clouds and soft lightning veins. Time around her bends subtly: distant mountains blur as if stretched, the sky shows both dawn and dusk at once. Her expression is calm but powerful, embodying contrast—stillness in her posture, turbulence in her aura. Soft rain falls only around her feet, while the horizon remains dry. Colors are muted blues, violets, and warm golds, giving the scene a dreamy, otherworldly beauty. The atmosphere should feel introspective, poetic, and quietly fierce, as if time itself is learning to breathe differently near her.

ITime loosens her braids when I’m alone,a restless pulse beneath the bone.Minutes curl like smoke in air,while hours freeze mid-stride, unaware.Moments break open, spill their light,turning noon to trembling night.Inside me, seasons shift their ground,and silence grows where clocks make sound. III move like thunder taught to wait,a patient fury at the gate.Shadows lengthen, hopes […]

III. The Unveiling

An HD, portrait-oriented abstract painting depicting a robed, shadowy figure caught in a powerful, dynamic storm. The figure's hood is up, but its face is replaced by a gaping, fiery maw of pure energy, with eyes that glow intensely orange. Its chest also radiates a brilliant, explosive core of orange and yellow light, and its outstretched hands crackle with electric energy. Dark, tentacle-like tendrils or ribbons of cloth burst outwards from the figure, blending into the surrounding tempest of dark rain, turbulent clouds, and jagged lightning bolts in shades of blue and white. The storm clouds are tinged with ominous reds and oranges, hinting at the internal fire now unleashed. The overall impression is one of a catastrophic, yet cathartic, release of raw power and emotion.

At last I break, not gentle, not kind,but with a force that shreds the mind.The storm must end, the storm must bare,its hunger, its fire, its raw despair. Walls collapse like lovers’ knees,I fall, I writhe, I do not please.But in my ruin a rhythm grows—the body floods, the spirit knows. I am the rain […]

II. The Shroud

An HD, portrait-oriented abstract painting depicting a figure shrouded entirely in dark, heavy cloth or smoke, emerging from stormy, turbulent skies. The figure's body is hidden, but two large, disembodied hands are pressed against its chest, which contains a blinding, central core of white-hot fire and lightning. Scattered around the central blaze are faint words like 'LUST,' 'DUTY,' 'HEART,' and 'FLESH.' Below the hands, two cracked, porcelain masks—symbolizing a broken facade—float amidst flowing cloth and dark clouds. The entire scene is consumed by a duality of dark blues and grays of the shroud and sky, battling the intense oranges, reds, and electric yellows of the internal fire and surrounding lightning strikes. It captures the torment of a hidden passion struggling against confinement.

I cloak myself in veils of smoke,a fabric woven from what I choke.Responsibilities press like hands,yet my body hungers, it understands. Illusion guards me, yet it betrays;I lust for light in forbidden ways.Every mask I wear is skin too tight,it splits, it tears, in the heat of night. Do you know the torment of fire […]

I. The Gathering

An abstract art piece showing a vibrant storm of colors and shapes, including fire and smoke, confined within the translucent silhouette of a human form.

I wear silence like a fevered cloak,its fabric clings, it tastes of smoke.Every breath is a plea suppressed,every sigh, a tongue on my chest. The weight I bear, I do not name;it bends my back, it fuels my flame.You see me calm—oh, shallow eyes!—but inside me a furnace sighs. The storm begins in subtle ways:a […]

As Each Word Finds Me

An abstract art showing different shadows of light depicting a sense of elation at words of appreciation

As each word finds me, I gently start to feel,A warmth that blooms, profound and real.Not forged in fanfare, nor adorned with pride,But whispered soft, where truths abide. You see in me what few would dare,A soul shaped quiet by time and care.You trace the light I scarcely knew,In shades of love, both bold and […]

Georges Lemaître: The Priest Who Charted the Cosmos

A digital painting of Georges Lemaître in priest robes gazing thoughtfully into a star-filled cosmos, his expression a blend of wisdom and wonder, symbolizing the harmony between faith and science.

In a time where the world is often divided into binaries—science or religion, faith or reason, numbers or narratives—the life and legacy of Georges Lemaître offer a radiant bridge across the perceived chasm. He was not only the mind behind what we now call the Big Bang Theory, but also a Catholic priest, an accomplished […]