CARLOS ZacaríasThis is my personal website, I put here anything that comes to mind and some projects I'm working on. Like any other person I'm interested in several topics and some of them are unrelated. Some things here are mine while others are links to websites that I find interesting. the themes variety are in the same way that my mind is: messy, without any trace of connection between them. Any comment is appreciated
Everything that come to my mind and I have time to trancribe.
this site is written in raw HTML, don't expect any "fancy".
Machining (conventional and CNC), botanics (flowers), Mathematics, Philosophy, and other weird topics ad nauseam.
Nothing in particular, I only wanted to put some of the topics I working on in one place. In the other hand, some themes I write about are left stored in my hard disk and may be, they can be useful for someone. Even more, maybe someone could have something useful and contact me.
Est ubi gloria nunc Babylonia? Where are the snows of yesteryear? The earth is dancing the dance of Macabré; at times it seems to me that the Danube is crowded with ships loaded with fools going toward a dark place.
All I can do now is be silent. O quam salubre, quam iucundum et suave est sedere in solitudine et tacere et loqui cum Deo! Soon I shall be joined with my beginning, and I no longer believe that it is the God of glory of whom the abbots of my order spoke to me, or of joy, as the Minorites believed in those days, perhaps not even of piety. Gott ist ein lauter Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier... I shall soon enter this broad desert, perfectly level and boundless, where the truly pious heart succumbs in bliss. I shall sink into the divine shadow, in a dumb silence and an ineffable union, and in this sinking all equality and all inequality shall be lost, and in that abyss my spirit will lose itself, and will not know the equal or the unequal, or anything else: and all differences will be forgotten. I shall be in the simple foundation, in the silent desert where diversity is never seen, in the privacy where no one finds himself in his proper place. I shall fall into the silent and uninhabited divinity where there is no work and no image.