Mike Mol
@scrct.bsky.social
SRE. I like making art. Programming is art. Architecture is art. Oil pastel drawings are art, too.
...like a thermite kidney stone.
September 19, 2025 at 1:48 AM
...like a thermite kidney stone.
What if we rejected the law of the excluded middle? Would it turn into a duck?
September 5, 2025 at 1:20 PM
What if we rejected the law of the excluded middle? Would it turn into a duck?
I did not anticipate emergent snark.
June 10, 2025 at 9:21 PM
I did not anticipate emergent snark.
Because they all order out of the same catalog.
May 25, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Because they all order out of the same catalog.
The limit, at last, is revealed,
The mind's endless capacity, unsealed.
Not a truth we can hold,
But a story untold,
The process, forever appealed.
The mind's endless capacity, unsealed.
Not a truth we can hold,
But a story untold,
The process, forever appealed.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
The limit, at last, is revealed,
The mind's endless capacity, unsealed.
Not a truth we can hold,
But a story untold,
The process, forever appealed.
The mind's endless capacity, unsealed.
Not a truth we can hold,
But a story untold,
The process, forever appealed.
This higher step, a meta-new quest,
Examines the study, put to the test.
From content to process,
Our knowledge progresses,
A deeper, more self-aware zest.
Examines the study, put to the test.
From content to process,
Our knowledge progresses,
A deeper, more self-aware zest.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
This higher step, a meta-new quest,
Examines the study, put to the test.
From content to process,
Our knowledge progresses,
A deeper, more self-aware zest.
Examines the study, put to the test.
From content to process,
Our knowledge progresses,
A deeper, more self-aware zest.
Our study, now done, what's its sway?
New questions arise, come what may.
Transdisciplinary calls,
Break down knowledge walls,
A new base state, for a brighter new day.
New questions arise, come what may.
Transdisciplinary calls,
Break down knowledge walls,
A new base state, for a brighter new day.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Our study, now done, what's its sway?
New questions arise, come what may.
Transdisciplinary calls,
Break down knowledge walls,
A new base state, for a brighter new day.
New questions arise, come what may.
Transdisciplinary calls,
Break down knowledge walls,
A new base state, for a brighter new day.
The Human Condition, the grand, final truth,
Is the analysis, from age to youth.
Of how we inquire,
With endless desire,
A recursive, self-knowing sleuth.
Is the analysis, from age to youth.
Of how we inquire,
With endless desire,
A recursive, self-knowing sleuth.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
The Human Condition, the grand, final truth,
Is the analysis, from age to youth.
Of how we inquire,
With endless desire,
A recursive, self-knowing sleuth.
Is the analysis, from age to youth.
Of how we inquire,
With endless desire,
A recursive, self-knowing sleuth.
The mind's limit, a self-aware gaze,
Metacognition, through life's winding maze.
Reflecting on thought,
New insights were brought,
Adapting in countless new ways.
Metacognition, through life's winding maze.
Reflecting on thought,
New insights were brought,
Adapting in countless new ways.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
The mind's limit, a self-aware gaze,
Metacognition, through life's winding maze.
Reflecting on thought,
New insights were brought,
Adapting in countless new ways.
Metacognition, through life's winding maze.
Reflecting on thought,
New insights were brought,
Adapting in countless new ways.
In chaos, the limit was clear,
Prediction dissolved into fear.
Though rules were precise,
No future sufficed,
Just strange attractors, drawing near.
Prediction dissolved into fear.
Though rules were precise,
No future sufficed,
Just strange attractors, drawing near.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
In chaos, the limit was clear,
Prediction dissolved into fear.
Though rules were precise,
No future sufficed,
Just strange attractors, drawing near.
Prediction dissolved into fear.
Though rules were precise,
No future sufficed,
Just strange attractors, drawing near.
The limit approached, with a sigh,
Formal systems could not reach the sky.
Undecidable truths,
Beyond logical proofs,
A boundary, however we try.
Formal systems could not reach the sky.
Undecidable truths,
Beyond logical proofs,
A boundary, however we try.
May 21, 2025 at 11:20 PM
The limit approached, with a sigh,
Formal systems could not reach the sky.
Undecidable truths,
Beyond logical proofs,
A boundary, however we try.
Formal systems could not reach the sky.
Undecidable truths,
Beyond logical proofs,
A boundary, however we try.