Open a book of mathematics and the page looks like a map to another planet. Strange letters and symbols occupy the space where you expect sentences. For those who speak its language, the page may hold elegance and order. For everyone else, it is a wall. The same thing happens with music. To a musician, … Continue reading The Open Door of Plain Prose
Author: Tom
“A man is what he thinks about all day long.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson) We are here in this world temporarily. How should we spend days here if not just for bread and butter? One modest attempt could be writing what we value on great minds and souls in sharing ideas with brevity. I hope this Blog could be one of such platforms.