Today I have been terribly ill. I couldn’t get out of bed, felt pain all over me, and couldn’t fathom my thoughts. I think that celebrating the work is now replaced by the exhaustion of the work.
It really isn’t that I’m sensitive to light (I am), but it is that different lighting makes different places for me. I cannot help it, but a place with two different lighting conditions is two entirely different places for me. I understand they are the same, but I cannot join them into one picture.
That is why I’m such a control freak over the lighting. I have all of them automatized, almost always on, to control sunlight, and never let anyone change this. When they change, I lose my environment.
I should write about how I wanted to be in the size of Apple / Microsoft, because in my native world (the web) two the site was the measure nor how many people behind it.
One never understands the inner workings of it (well, yet). But then it is obvious how incredible the inner workings are.
Years ago it occurred to me that when I cannot remember someone’s name, it will come back to me at a point. But it wasn’t obvious at first.
There are historical figures like Ramanujan who solved it all among the borders of their inner mind.
Maestro Victor puts it so that math has primarily been as such and at the close examination tamed, and it is only for communication.
I have argued in the past that all happens in the mind and when you nudge it, you give it the space it deserves; it will ultimately give you the result.
Such a strange thing to see.