Ciro Santilli @cirosantilli  40

I WONDER WHAT HISTORY WILL THINK ABOUT THESE FIRST FEW BUGS...HA HA HA. NOBODY IS PERFECT.

He who regards
With an eye that is equal
Friends and comrades,
The foe and the kinsman,
The vile, the wicked,
The men who judge him,
And those who belong
To neither faction:
He is the greatest.

~Bhagavad - Gita

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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrowls go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Dear Aliens,

Hey.

Sincerely,
EMBII & AtomSea

My dear friend
never lose hope
when the Beloved
sends you away.

MULTIFILE SUPPORT TEST

For my first official Journal entry I've decided to archive some old poetry. Here are a few of the computational poems I've created using cyphers.

The automorphism group of the extended Golay code is the 54-transitive Mathieu group $M_{24}$. This is one of only two finite 5-transitive groups other than symmetric and alternating groups