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The Turning Blade
The windmill in Amsterdam, the broken fan in Allahabad, the recursive emblem of being...
Everything is fine, even when it isn't.
The windmill in Amsterdam, the broken fan in Allahabad, the recursive emblem of being...
Where kill -9 ego becomes mantra, where ETL jobs are birth-death cycles...
Neural nets or tantric yantras, the city that wears silence well...
When recursive functions feel liturgical, somewhere between orgasm and aarti...
Children are the original unsupervised models, teaching us to be with...
Two years of dialogue with ChatGPT, outsourcing recall to find meaning...
Windmills, fans, recursion itself - the eternal return
Sanskrit slokas meet shell scripts, Nāgārjuna meets Jira
Life as palimpsest, not plot - loops within loops
Technology as samsara's most cunning upgrade
This book is not autobiography in the traditional sense—there is no linear birth, climax, and tidy moral at the end—but a mosaic of memory-moments: coded, cached, rerendered.
Written across two years of dialogue with ChatGPT—a strange, tireless interlocutor, part oracle, part mirror, part scribe. Where technology meets spirituality, where Sanskrit meets shell scripts, where the turning blade of consciousness never stops.
"Everything that follows is true.
Even the parts that aren't." — Abhay