Hemant

Statistics in science often acts like a drunk man’s lamp post—used for support, not illumination.

Nobody calls it a plague when the whole tribe dances with fever.

Adapt or be culled. Nature has no father, no priest, no pity, no plan B.

The self is archetypal, not circumstantial. Even in another life, your shadow would still find you.

You are not your circumstances. you are the pattern that interprets them. Put that pattern anywhere, and it will still draw the same lines.

You don’t herd sheep by being average; you lead wolves by letting each bite in their own direction. Coalition-building isn’t centrism, it’s the art of bundling fanaticisms without dilution.

Show me someone who never errs, and I’ll show you either a liar, a bureaucrat, or an AI. Mistakes are the last refuge of the authentic.