Pascal the man!

On this day, Pascal constructed his mechanical calculator capable of addition and subtraction, called the pascaline. Although Pascal has his fame in the convenient representation of binomial coefficients, he was the one who invented Roulette, in his search for a perpetual motion machine. Sounds fun?

Legends say that he was a monk hideous about the calamities happening around him, along with his friend Fermat. And why not? He was a devout Catholic and theologian who often disappeared on secluded retreats to focus on his work. Where better to find solitude and peace than a monastery?

 

Pascal

Embarking backward!

Hey you,

When feeling and torture is synonymous,
Love is what that transforms to my euphony.

Do you remember the forest trees swinging.
And the moonlit desire of dreams shining?

Oh Yes, you do.
That night the blueness of the sky,
the greenness of the grass had absorbed the pain,
and yet we stand right where we start to cry.

Well, they laugh when we whine,
They dance to what we couldn’t enshrine.

Life is what we perceive,
Come dear, come near me.
Happiness cannot be redefined,
At least that night we will sing forgetting all agony.

Lost and Found!

…it was already Spring,
The frosty pelts had dwindled us,
I was lost in your spirit of upbringing,
as your presence was too sumptuous.

The arroganceĀ of torture,
the chronicles of tiredness,
all allured to your departure,
with life in its very own clearness.

It is not I was abbe.
My heart pondered in vain.
Only to realize the journey was a lot paddy,
and to mitigate all the pain.

Well, I was plying in my dark hollowness,
where only I had the permission to visit.
My consecration to solemness,
That I had missed every minute.