"The Divine Algorithm: A Mathematician's Journey Beyond Numbers"


The Rational Realm
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where the hum of supercomputers and the rhythm of algorithms echoed, a mathematician sat in his world of numbers and equations.
The city outside thrived on data, logic, and reason and a generally rational dominance leaving little room for the mysteries of faith.

He often thought, "Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe," and not more. Even though he was not sure who or what this "God" was.
Overlooking his crowded table full of papers and calculations, an envelope caught his eye. A letter from Gomde. "A Buddhist center? they must be joking?" he laughed, a bit skeptical of the letter.
He regarded the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark."
But as he read on, his skepticism gave way to a curiosity. They spoke of a new space they built, a haven for all, where the boundaries of reason and faith blurred he should come visit. "Why would they invite me?" he wondered. Religion, to him, seemed like an ancient puzzle, a spiritual math that he hadn't yet deciphered. "Perhaps monks in their robes are trying to solve the universe's most complex Sudoku,". But after reading it a second time he whispered to himself, "The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery." Maybe, just maybe, this trip would unveil some of that mystery for him. Skeptical but still curious, he packed his bag.





The train's rhythmic clatter seemed to sync with the mathematician's heartbeat as he gazed out of the window.
As he gazed out of the window, the vast landscapes unfurled before him, each telling a story of nature's mathematical precision. Trees, flowers, rivers – all seemed to dance to an unseen equation.
He chuckled to himself, "Curiously enough, even with the advent of supercomputers, allowing millions and even billions of F numbers to be churned out, no one ever came across any other perfect powers in Fibonacci’s sequence."[1] Glancing outside, he saw the sequence come alive in the spirals of sunflowers and the branching of trees.






"The natural law is nothing other than the light of understanding placed in us by God; through it we know what we must do and what we must avoid. God has given this light or law at creation." - Aquinas Summa Theologiae