Asymptotes of an auguring mind



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It is a beginning. The very beginning of a train of thoughts. Away from the distances and disturbances of verses and veins. A lot of poems have pierced this fragmented fabric. Time to pen proses. It may be an interlude. It may a solitude. It may be a desert dawn. It may be a twilight tesselation.

A prose is more ocular than a verse. A verse is always an occult and a voice. I need to write a verse to narrate the mechanics of mind and matter, energy and essence.

Asymptotes has attracted my thoughts ever since I saw them early in my childhood mathematics lessons. My first encounter with asymptotes has been in a hysteric hyperbola in a black chalk board.

Hyperbola has been one of my first disjointed experiences in geometry. It has always perplexed my coherent and convergent perceptions about figures and facts.

Why am I taking about asymptotes now? it has accumulated way more meanings and musings ever since I travelled beyond school mathematics.

I just realised by reading from world wide web that asymptote has a reference in psychology as well. That was quite interesting.

One question that comes to my mind reading about the mechanics of asymptotes is this – is it the curve approaching the line or the line approaching the curve? It is an amusing question to my mathematical mind.

When we go into the etymology of the word – asymptotes we can understand it is a coinage from Ancient Greek culture. It means lines not falling together. From this reference we could deduce that the curve concepts were introduced to the world of asymptotes later. The linear geometry may be the early inspiration for asymptotes.

Letters O’ Letters !

I am sure I love letter more than ever before. Perhaps I realised recently how intimate they are. They may be mere symbols for somebody. They may be just a collection of calligraphic constellations for an objective observer. They are way more valuable to my silence.

It is true that I loved letters all my life. Whenever I lost my thoughts, these letters, the tiny dots, the truncated symbols, they took me back to the temporal life. I am not sure when did I fall in love with alphabets of all kind. I can see a dense forest in their constellations. I love them more than the stars I lost. I love them more than the stakes I lost.

Truth – An Absurd Absolute Arithmetics


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I have been in search of meanings all through out my life. I have explored rational operators to derive truth in experience and enlightenments.

As I experience flux and flurry of experiences beyond conventional, conformal mappings, it is becoming otherwise. Rational systems and methods are breaking down. Rational systems are becoming less and less capable of explaining the scale and scope of life processes, both human and inhuman. Every thought, every emotion, every perception, every figment and filament of memory – all of them point to an absurd arithmetic.

We construct realities and illusions on truth, just as we differentiate and integrate curves and lines through gradients. We experience gradients through relative measures. We never experience absolutes. We never experience absurdities. We never experience arithmetics. We feel absolutes are asymptotes. We feel absurdities are asymptotes. We feel arithmetics are asymptotes.

Yet this arithmetic is truthful. It is a physical experience. It is a materialistic experience. it is an enumerable experience. It helps to quantify and qualify life. It helps us to build resonances and asymptotes. It helps us to build and break correlations, variations and deviations. Every enumerable categories are reflections of the truth operator. Truth exists because we try to deny it. Truth in itself appears infinite for us because we are evolved to deny it. We are evolved to differentiate and integrate it. We can only calculate it. We can see matrices and vectors of truth.

Truth exists because it breaks down our constructed lies. Every lie, every deception, every real logic breaks down in front of an absurd truth. Truth emerges from everywhere as an absolute arithmetic of absurdities

What is truth – it is an absolute, absurd arithmetic for life. Truth is an absolute absurd arithmetic logic designed to create rational and irrational experiences for every life process. It exist between and beyond digital and analog forms of conscious forms and structures.

I can feel that meanings are a kind of emotional experiences. Be it semantic, be it semiotic, they are all derived and constructed emotional experiences upon reception on every human mind. Emotional experiences are subjective. I have no reason to believe that these meanings are fundamental truths. Every meanings are constructed upon heaps. Every meanings are constructed upon meanings. Meanings change context. Then why do we have so much of myths ?

Meaning becomes an illusion. The whole premise of meanings becomes a premise for deception. It is in this flux of meanings that I embrace meaninglessness. At this juncture I feel that absurdities makes more sense than relationships and meanings. Every action and reaction can be connected to a series of absurdities. Every pattern in life, every pattern in nature point to the appearance of a meaning. However, closer you observe, longer you observer, everything drifts. Everything drifts away. Everything points to the denial of a logical causality.  At macroscopic and microscopic scale, the causal connections break down. It is indeed pointing to a ridicule, riddle, randomness etc. God indeed play dice. God indeed is absurd. 
Light is only a carrier. Energy is only a carrier. Life is only a carrier. Energy itself is a derived dice. 

Darkness is the meta narrative. Dark energy and Dark matter are the mighty narratives. Every simulations are the carriers of this absolute absurdity. Reality is a simulated semiotic semantic construct. It is this absurd arithmetic constructed simulation that holds us together. This absurd arithmetic runs through and beyond us. This creates a rational experience for simulated constructs.

It is a constructed experience between birth and death. Age of every entity is the constructed consciousness. Entanglement creates causality. Entangled forms in the energy space interweaves causality in space and time. It is an entirely materialistic process. Exponential and logarithmic causalities are due to the currents and streams of entangelemnt. Entanglement defies conventional frames of reference because it is beyond the dimensions of the simulations. The moment our life processes get disentangled, our experience also gets destroyed. Our experiences and consciousness is due to this entanglement. Hence consciousness is a digital experience at the quantum level. We have enumerable consciousness only because of this enumerable, measurable entanglement. 

This is a primitive and primordial thought. It is indeed a work in progress.

Truthfully Yours

Gokul Alex

Introduction to Asymptotic Logic in Dialectic Systems


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Dialectic logic has been studied by philosophers like Hegel, Marx, Althusser, Adorno, Habermas and so on. It was sufficient enough to explain the dynamic behavior in linear systems. In linear signals and systems, causality, probability, stochastics and randomness etc. can be explained by dialectic logic. It has found its applications across the field of formal linguistics, physics, economics, culture etc. However in the era of dense real and surreal experiences and imaginations, something more specific than dialectic logic has become necessary. Hence I am positioning an asymptotic logic as an epistemic category in the realm of universal pragmatics which is a wider and deeper fabric than ideological lattices. Asymptotic logic is running deep through dialectic systems.

A few semantic thoughts on the search engine anatomy


Natural Language Processing (NLP) and Understanding (NLU) has become an essential toolset for the search engines of our times. There are a lot of sophisticated frameworks such as Seq2Seq, FastText, Glove, Word2Vec, BERT etc. for implementing NLP / NLU based models. Everything starts with a good language / linguistic / meta-linguistic model. We have to decide the parameters ( features ) and weights for them in this creative endeavour.

When it is about search engines and their information architecture, fundamental relationships between data, metadata, taxonomy, tokens, topology etc. remain quite significant. Hence I would suggest to give importance to find-ability, link-ability & usability when we encode and enumerate the parameter set ( feature space ) for a search engine, be it a document search engine, image search engine, face search engine, voice search engine or any other kind.

The notions of find-ability, link-ability, & usability will manifest in numerous dimensions and dynamics for various formats mentioned earlier. In this age of fake news and falsified information, trustability also become quite important. If we are factoring the data dimensions into the feature set, we can consider the big data features like volume, velocity, variety and veracity into consideration. I would say they are not essential for a simple and small scale search engine.

Find-ability elucidates the content discovery aspects such as navigation, sitemap, query structure, result set etc. Link-ability summarises the inter-objective and inter-subjective aspects of content, relationships between data and metadata, compactness of taxonomy etc. Usability is an angle towards the accessibility, visibility, experience, cognisance, consumption etc. related to the end-user engagements with the search engine.

This note is quite a brief collection of spontaneous thoughts on the aspects behind a good feature space for an NLP based search engine. Rather than starting with an arbitrary hypothesis or model, it is better to evolve a logical and linguistic framework for NLP based search engines.

Narratives on Internet: Part 1


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Internet is such a simple word, so minimal, so technical, so unexciting, so basic, so primitive, so rudimentary such that we have plugged into it so swiftly, so effortlessly, so continuously, so seamlessly in many forms and formats. I never new networking was such as powerful thing before experiencing internet. It has been the biggest dream I have lived. It is the largest reality that cannot deny. It is the messiest maze I have been to.

What is internet for you ? a cave. ? a maze ..? a ladder ..? a gaze ..? a haze …? It could be anything and everything. I have started surfing internet in 1997. By the standards of today, it is quite late for a 16 year old boy from India. I hailed from a remote town in the state of Kerala for whom a personal computer has been a distant luxury even in the engineering studies. Hence internet came to my life as a career imagination during college days.

It has inspired my curiosity for knowledge by many folds. When I look back into my tryst with Internet, it has been an evolutionary experience, if evolution is a simple metaphor.

Now when I reflect upon the internet as a macrocosm, as a cosmos, as a firmament, it is full of leeches. It is full of fissures. It is full of fulcrums. It is full of fractals. It is full of serpents. It is full of ashes. It is full of tunnels.

It is not what is. Internet has been a refuge. It has been an ensemble. It has been a mirage. It has been a fume. It has been a dust. It has been a lot of different entities. I will narrate them in this log of blogs. Keep surfing !!

In memory of a gentle gaze



What makes a gaze different to a stare ? When we stare at things, nature just gaze gently. That’s why I love the word gaze a lot. It does not harm or hurt anyone. It is a pursuit towards infinite perspectives. A gaze bridges the concrete contours of life towards abstract arcs of lifelessness.

Is gaze a mindful experience or a moment of trance ? I don’t know. I am sure our mind is full of flow states while we gaze. It is a moment when the flurry of thoughts slows down a little by little, changing patterns for good.

Poem : Poles and Zeros


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I belong to a weather

I being a zero sum game

I being a climate of refuge

I being a filth of five elements

I being a mirth of miseries

I being a residue and a vestige

I being a myth and monologue

I belong to a withering weather

I belong to a nascent noise

I belong to a nought of noise

I belong to poles and zeros

I belong to a burning death

I belong to a frozen worm

I belong to a sentient solenoid

I , I, I, being a belonging is a burned bloom


Poem : Woodlands


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I really don’t want to write this time

I really don’t want to write this out

I really don’t want to wreak this time

I really don’t want to weave it inside

It’s so dry, dreary, dreamy, dithering spell

I am hauled and mauled by inertia

Inertia is never a frame of reference

In my moments of chaos and clusters

In my figs and twigs and fractal palms

It’s frozen fatigue and fiddle of fetish

Its flummoxed foils and ferment voices

It’s brittle core and molten saliva

Bay at hay, bruising bones

A little haste and a little maze

Wood lands, withering shades of walking wisdom, wood lands, winning over time !!