Death asked if I could keep a secret. I said no, I will share it with everyone. Death laughed and showed me things there is no language for. Then we laughed. 01
@pickover "Which 'God'? The kind who doesn’t roll dice.
The kind who plants irrational roots in the fabric of space and says:
'Grow.'
This isn’t a blueprint. It’s a fingerprint.
You’re not seeing math—you’re seeing permission."