One good thing about this place is that it's perfect for learning windsurfing. Flavio and Gloria are spending every morning on the table. I can only sit on the shoreline and watch them progressing and fighting against waves and wind.
[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
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Natural Balance
Few days ago, on all the Italian newspapers we have read about Prof. Alessio Figalli, the second Italian mathematician who has won the Fields Medal, an award for mathematics which is compared to the Nobel.
"For contributions to the theory of optimal transport and its applications in
partial differential equations, metric geometry and probability."
After reading the full write-up explaining the reason of such an award, I went back in time with my memory to a period, my mid-high-school age, when I used to read a lot about theory of optimization, some exemplar cases, the complexity of the human invented algorithms and the surprising results of the solutions found by Nature on similar topics.
Nature always goes for the minimal Energy impact.
That's exactly what I thought when, during one of my recent Sunday rides, in a dump area not far from the Mur river, south of Graz, I came across this wood of tall ferns. Beside the beauty of the single plants, one like the others, what surprised me most was the regular pattern over which the plant had grown without impediments, nor interfering each other. I would have wanted to have a flying drone remote controller in my hands and take a movie from above, thus to control the correctness of my suspicions.
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