A story of death and blood, a story of life and love. A story of guidance and true, a story description just won't do. This is a story of Embers Brew.

There are no true straight lines in mathematics, only curves so wide we mistake them for straightness. Every line is an arc of a circle whose center lies too far away for us to see. What looks direct is only patience stretched thin; what looks sudden is a curve reaching its moment. Nature follows the bend, not the rule.

A single coherent framework for physics

A guide to noticing when the tools we use to think quietly replace the reality we're trying to understand.

"Oh please, Oh please, somebody help me"