3️⃣ Better Code Blocks - Custom renderers now receive the raw metastring via a new 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊 prop - everything after the language identifier - Horizontal scrolling instead of clipping long lines - 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 prop to toggle line numbers - Unknown languages fall back to plain text instead of throwing

Marking a significant milestone urban heat mitigation, the Government of Tamil Nadu released the “Urban Heat Island Assessment and Strategic Guidelines for Urban Cooling in Tamil Nadu” on 18 February 2026, at the Tamil Nadu Climate Summit 4.0. The report was launched in the presence of Tmt. @supriyasahuias, Additional Chief Secretary to Government, Environment, Climate Change & Forests Department, Government of Tamil Nadu; Thiru. Rakesh Kumar Dogra, I.F.S., Principal Chief Conservator of Forests and Chief Wildlife Warden; Thiru. Rahul Nadh A R, I.A.S., Managing Director/ Chief Mission Director, Tamil Nadu Climate Change Mission; Thiru. @jagdishbakanIFS, CEO, Tamil Nadu Green Climate Company; Thiru. Ravi Chellam, CEO Metastring Foundation; @emanibvkumar, Executive Director, ICLEI South Asia; and @MonalisaSen16, Associate Director, ICLEI South Asia. Developed by the @climateactionTN, with technical support from @ICLEISouthAsia, the report introduces a first-of-its-kind ward-level Heat Risk Index for Chennai, Coimbatore, Tirunelveli, and Tiruchirappalli, using the IPCC’s Hazard–Exposure–Vulnerability framework to identify high heat risk wards and provide targeted urban cooling strategies. ICLEI South Asia is committed to providing actionable, data-driven guidance to reduce heat stress, address green inequity, and strengthen climate resilience across states and cities. Building on experiences from Tamil Nadu, this work will continue to inform scalable, people-centric heat mitigation strategies across South Asia. Read the report here: lnkd.in/gUAqT_x6

According to Ravi Chellam, a lion expert and CEO of the Metastring Foundation, satellite populations cannot be viewed as being distinct from the core population of Gir. scroll.in/article/1089865/re… Simrin Sirur writes

According to Ravi Chellam, a lion expert and CEO of the Metastring Foundation, satellite populations cannot be viewed as being distinct from the core population of Gir. scroll.in/article/1089865/re… Simrin Sirur writes

According to Ravi Chellam, a lion expert and CEO of the Metastring Foundation, satellite populations cannot be viewed as being distinct from the core population of Gir. scroll.in/article/1089865/re… Simrin Sirur writes Via @MongabayIndia

Good #Q1FY26-4/8/25 till 4pm Kirloskar Ferrous Industries #KirlFer #KirloskarFerrous Solid Q1FY26 Good QoQ and YoY uptick in EBITDA, PBT and PAT Good margin expansion QoQ and YoY Rev at 1698cr vs 1553cr, Q4 at 1737cr Other income at 8cr vs 24cr QoQ PBT at 130cr vs 98cr, Q4 at 124cr PAT at 95cr vs 70cr, Q4 at 92cr Deep Industries #DeepInds #DeepIndustries Blockbuster Q1FY26 👏 Solid QoQ and YoY uptick in rev, EBITDA, PBT and PAT Rev at 199cr vs 123cr, Q4 at 167cr EBITDA at 82cr vs 51cr with 41% OPM PBT at 78cr vs 49cr, Q4 at 49cr PAT at 59cr vs 37cr, Q4 had a one off loss Sumitomo Chemical #Sumitomo #SumiChem Solid Q1FY26 Good QoQ and YoY uptick Decent margin expansion QoQ and YoY Rev at 1057cr vs 839cr⏫26%, Q4 at 679cr EBITDA ⏫36% at 219cr PBT at 240cr vs 171cr, Q4 at 133cr PAT at 178cr vs 126cr⏫41%, Q4 at 100cr Steady and solid set overall BLS E Services #BLSE Rev at 244cr vs 75cr, Q4 at 239cr PBT at 23cr vs 17cr,flat QoQ Margins down due to acquisition impact PAT at 17.5cr vs 12.6cr, Q4 at 17.3cr Mafatlal Industries #MafatlalInd Rev at 1240cr vs 452cr, Q4 at 450cr PBT at 42cr vs 24cr, Q4 at 10cr Solid set QoQ and YoY Margin lower PAT at 46cr vs 30cr, Q4 at 23cr Manba Finance #Manba #ManbaFinance Rev at 63cr vs 46cr, Q4 at 65cr PBT at 12cr vs 6.5cr, Q4 at 11.2cr PAT at 9.7cr vs 5.1cr, Q4 at 8cr GNPA and NNPA down YoY Vascon Engineers #Vascon #VasconEngineers Other income is the main contributor Rev at 221cr vs 196cr, Q4 at 387cr Rev at 21cr vs 2cr PBT at 27cr vs 12cr, Q4 at 36cr PAT at 22cr vs 9cr, Q4 at 33cr Standard Glass Lining Technology #SGLTL Recovery qtr , deferred revenues of Q4 came into Q1 Decent QoQ and YoY uptick Rev at 174cr vs 142cr, Q4 at 166cr PBT at 28cr vs 20cr, Q4 at 22cr PAT at 21cr vs 15cr, Q4 at 16.5cr Shree Cement #ShreeCem Good Q1FY26 👏 QoQ not comparable as Q4 is seasonally strongest qtr for cement comps Rev at 4947cr vs 4835cr, Q4 at 5240cr Other income at 201ce vs 134cr, Q4 at 150cr EBITDA at 1430cr vs 1052cr, Q4 at 1531cr PBT at 833cr vs 351cr, Q4 at 742cr PAT at 618cr vs 318cr, Q4 at 555cr EIH Associated Hotels #EIHAssoc Seasonality in the business QoQ isn't comparable Rev at 69cr vs 64cr PBT at 9.5cr vs 4.8cr PAT at 6.2cr vs 3.6cr Ramco Industries #RamcoInd Rev down at 526cr vs 543cr PBT at 57cr vs 47cr, Q4 at 35cr PAT at 46cr vs 36cr, Q4 at 29cr Including associates profits, PAT at 66cr vs 39cr, Q4 at 36cr Bansal Roofing Products #BansalRoofing #BRPL Rev at 36cr vs 24cr, Q4 at 29cr PBT at 2.5cr vs 1.1cr,flat QoQ PAT at 2cr vs 0.9cr, Q4 at 1.8cr Tourism Finance Corporation #TFCI Rev at 66cr vs 62cr, Q4 at 69cr PBT at 38cr vs 32cr, Q4 at 36cr PAT at 3qcr vs 25cr, Q4 at 30cr GNPA at 0.24% vs 2.82% Crizac #Crizac Rev at 209cr vs 162cr, Q4 at 341cr PBT at 62cr vs 55 r, Q4 at 62cr PAT at 46cr vs 41.5cr, Q4 at 50cr Globus Spirits #Globus #GlobusSpr Rev at 699cr⏫9% YoY EBITDA at 60cr⏫20% YoY,⏫40% QoQ Good margin expansion PAT at 19cr⏫13% YoY,⏫194% QoQ String Metaverse #MetaString #Meta Good QoQ and YoY uptick Rev at 199cr vs 50cr, Q4 at 154cr PBT and PAT at 18cr vs 5cr, Q4 at 13cr Aptech #Aptech Rev at 130cr vs 104cr, Q4 at 119cr PBT at 9.5cr vs 7.1cr, Q4 at 9.3cr PAT at 6.7cr vs 5c4, Q4 at 5cr Hindustan Media Ventures #HMVL Rev at 183cr vs 162cr, Q4 at 201cr EBITDA at 18cr vs 9cr, Q4 at 52cr PBT at 12cr vs 0.5cr, Q4 at 45.5cr PH Capital #PHCapital Rev at 58cr vs 33cr, Q4 at 47cr PBT at 9cr vs -8.6cr, Q4 at 1.6cr PAT at 7cr vs -6.6cr, Q4 at 1.2cr Steel Exchange India #SteelExchange Rev at 300cr vs 264cr, Q4 at 291cr PBT at 10cr vs 2.5cr, Q4 at 24cr PAT at 10.2cr vs 2.5cr, Q4 at 4.8cr PerfectPac #PerfectPac Rev at 30cr vs 28xr, Q4 at 32cr PBT at 1.6cr vs 1cr, Q4 at 0.95cr Decent/Average: #ABCapital #Escorts #Marico #StoveKraft #ARCLOrganics

An author I greatly respect suggested today that AI can't write fiction longer than 3 pages in length without character plot breaking down. I think this is an unintentional misrepresentation of the current state of gen AI capabilities. Below are ~2,500 words of fiction I generated using o3. This was my first try and took 6 seconds of o3 'thinking'. Award-winning it is not; for all I know, bits may be plagiarised; even to a non-fiction-author like me the pacing and other issues are obvious; and I don't think the way the model was trained is remotely fair to authors. But, clearly, AI can already write fiction to some degree. We need to be open about AI's capabilities. Misleading people about this will just mean they are less informed and less prepared for AI's impacts. ---- Maris awoke to the hush of tide-filtered wind churning through the shell-panels of her floating dormitory. Even before her eyes opened, she measured the tempo of the air. A deep, even draw: forty-five RPM on the intake turbines. Good. No whistle of metal stress. Good. Only the softest susurration, like a singer drawing breath before a first note. She rolled from her hammock and stretched over the arc of the porthole. Dawn washed the Spiral Sea in pale copper. Beyond the translucent bulkheads, the city of Andarion spread in concentric rings of pontoons, glinting at each horizon like segmented pearls. Up top, everything looked effortless—floating villas, sculpture gardens, market colonnades—but Maris knew all of it balanced on tension cables and counterweights screwed a hundred meters into the seafloor. And if anyone understood how fragile that balance had become, it was the sound divers of the Acoustics Corps. Maris checked her dive suit: micro-hydrophones aligned along her ribs, auxiliary gill mask fully charged, vibro-console strapped to her left forearm. She clamped the neck seal, keyed open her locker, and palmed her ident chip against the exit hatch. The door irised wide, releasing a bloom of briny air. Outside, ramp-walkers hurried across translucent bridges, vendors shouted for breakfast buyers, and tour-skiffs sputtered to life. Yet beneath the bustle, Maris sensed an offbeat rhythm—something lurking under the certainty that morning would become noon and noon would become night. A tram delivered her to Level-Three Hydroacoustics. The lab was an inverted bowl of glass and copper that hovered just under the surface. Engineers bustled between server racks, projecting spectrograms across curved displays. At center, Captain Ilara stood over a hologram of the Spiral Sea, her gray, close-cropped hair haloed by data streams. “Maris,” Ilara said without looking up. “We received another anomaly—south-east quadrant, quadrant thirty-two-alpha. Duration six seconds, amplitude seven dB above baseline.” “That makes it the third spike this week,” Maris replied. “Fourth,” Ilara corrected, pinching two fingers through the hologram to zoom in. “We lost a remote buoy last night. Feed went black.” “Sabotage?” “Hard to say,” Ilara muttered. “But I need someone who can hear between the notes.” Maris’s pulse hitched. Sound-diving alone was never ideal, but she’d been chasing solitary assignments for months, trying to map the new layers of murmur in the ocean. She nodded. “I’ll go.” -- Teo Harker never entered through official ports. The gates scanned for contraband, and Teo’s contraband sang. His violin case, faux-mahogany and battered, held not a violin but a metastring instrument invisible to all but the right eyes. The city’s import laws restricted advanced resonance cores—tools capable of vibrating alloys into failure. Which meant Andarion’s power converters, bulkheads, resonant foundations—everything—could be tuned with the right note and the wrong intent. Teo’s sloop nudged against a maintenance wharf outside Ridge Ring. Night still draped the under-level: here, sky-lights rarely reached between pontoons. He climbed a service ladder and padded into a corridor lit by intermittent neon. Three turns later, he emerged into an atrium humming with illegal trade booths. People called it the Night Forge: a market pulled together by criminals, renegades, and out-of-work artists whose skills the official economy dismissed. At booth twelve, a trader named Sela welcomed him with a flick of her holographic blade. “Teo Harker,” she purred, flipping the blade into a blossoming sigil before letting it vanish. “Our patron grows impatient.” “I’m early,” Teo said, equally soft. He slipped the violin case onto the counter. “Payment first.” Sela waved her bracelet against a terminal; the digits greened. Five thousand universal credits flickered into Teo’s chip. From a sleeve pocket, she produced a wafer of smoke-gray metal. Teo’s heart leapt—literal Ferrumcrys, a crystalline alloy prized for keeping stable harmonic fields. He pocketed it, then opened his case and extracted the metastring bow. “Will the bow do the job?” Sela asked. “It’ll turn any upright beam into a tuning fork,” Teo assured. “But remind the patron—wrong frequency, everything above that beam comes down.” Sela’s grin widened. “That’s the point.” Teo’s stomach soured. Each time he sunk deeper, promising himself it was the last favor; but the Spiral Sea kept calling. The officials who owned Andarion had refused his mother residency years ago. She’d died of lung rot on the mainland waiting for a seawalk visa that never came. So Teo decided—if the sea’s city wouldn’t hold space for the land’s forgotten, maybe it deserved a crack or two along its perfect rings. Still, as Sela turned away, Teo whispered, “Checksum’s on you. Don’t slip.” She offered a mocking salute. -- Maris descended through the resonance well—a cylindrical shoot that delivered divers straight into open water. Biolum towers glowed along the shaft. She surrendered her weight to the ocean, allowing slow pressure equalization. Then, pushing through the valve at 40 meters, she kicked into darkness. The city’s underside spread above her like a metal lily pad, strobe lights mapping fragile illusions of permanence across barnacled pylons. She powered on her rib-hydrophones and listened. Between the drone of turbines, she heard something else: a relentless pulse, as though someone drummed a single finger on an iron door. She drifted toward the pulse. Two kilometers later, she found the wreck of buoy A-32—a spar of carbon fiber cracked open, electronics spilled like seafloor confetti. Maris hovered, scanning, but saw no sign of collision by marine life. Instead, the break edges shimmered with micro-striations. Vibrational fatigue. Sabotage. A thrum vibrated her spine—closer now, maybe ten hertz above baseline. Her console plotted the origin. She angled her fins and glided through low-visibility silt until a silhouette loomed: an external maintenance platform half-fused to the city rim. Someone stood on it, bow arm raised like a conductor. A single invisible note rippled through the water, pressing against Maris’s eardrums. She recognized the weapon: a metastring bow. Its resonance could liquefy welds, shatter support columns, or in expert hands… topple an entire ring. She touched her comm. “Captain. I have eyes on sabotage in progress—solo attacker, platform S-E one-two-eight. Weapon: metastring. I need extraction support.” “No units within ten klicks,” Ilara responded. “Hold if possible.” Hold? Maris considered retreat, but another vibration pounded the water, louder. She saw stress cracks spider across the nearby pylon. One more stroke and that sector might buckle. Maris kicked hard, closed distance. She rose behind the attacker, surfacing enough to spy the silhouette: tall, lean, hair tied back under a hood. She launched upward, grabbed the assailant’s shoulder, and yanked. The metastring shrieked, flaring crimson as it scraped a metal guardrail. The saboteur whirled, eyes widened behind corrosion-streaked goggles. They struggled. On the third beat, the bow slipped between them and ricocheted off the platform, vanishing into the sea. Panic flashed across the saboteur’s face. “You have no idea what they denied us,” he rasped. “I don’t even know you,” Maris snapped, pinning his wrist behind his back. “But if this ring fails, ten thousand people drown.” “Ten thousand chosen over a million left starving on the mainland,” he hissed. “Balance the ledger.” He jerked free and sprinted along the platform. Maris lunged but stumbled; he vaulted a safety rail and dove into open water. She cursed, commed emergency code, then arced after him. But he’d vanish in the forest of pylons long before backup arrived. -- Hours later, Teo Harker crouched in his sloop, clutching bruised ribs where the diver had struck him. The bow was gone, but he’d salvaged the Ferrumcrys wafer. And with it, he could craft something louder—a device that would resonate without manual stroke. He lit the cabin lamp and unfolded schematics he’d stolen long ago: Andarion’s central tension-bridge, the axis pinning all rings. If he seeded the bridge with crystalline nodes tuned to anti-frequency, even a whisper of wind would bring the structure to harmonic overload. He hesitated. That diver’s eyes—furious but grieving—haunted him. But memory of his mother’s final cough, the way bureaucrats stamped Denied across her oxygen appeal, stiffened his resolve. The next chance came in forty-eight hours: the Day of Extending Sun, when the city’s sails unfurled to collect solar charge and every citizen crowded the upper decks. Maximum casualties, Sela had insisted. Teo winced. Casualties. Could he murder strangers for revenge? The wafer glinted, indifferent. -- Maris paced Lieutenant Kaito’s office, studying city maps projected across the ceiling. She gestured at impact zones. “Same frequency pattern traces through each sabotage: 443 hertz fundamental, 886 second harmonic. That’s the calibrating pitch of a metastring bow.” “Which tells us the saboteur is a musician,” Kaito said dryly. “Not just musician—acoustic engineer,” Maris corrected. “They target joints with precision. If they’ve acquired Ferrumcrys, the danger multiplies.” She rubbed her knuckles. The attacker’s words echoed: Balance the ledger. From what? Mainland hardship? Environmental displacement? She’d grown up in Andarion, but her father often told of ration lines back on shore, where sea storms ruined crops and salt air corroded machinery. Maybe Andarion had become a symbol of privilege loathed by those left behind. Still, guilt couldn’t equal a death sentence. Captain Ilara entered, voice low. “We intercepted chatter on the Night Forge net. A broker named Sela sold Ferrumcrys to an unknown. Exchange happened last night.” Kaito asked, “Do we have a face?” Ilara nodded, pulling up stills from a servo-drone: Teo Harker, thirty-one, born mainland, orphaned at fourteen, apprenticed in illegal acoustics. Maris’s gut twisted. The saboteur, unmasked, looked younger than she expected—brown eyes alive with unshed sorrow. “He’s planning a grand act,” Ilara said. “We believe the Day of Extending Sun is the target.” “Then we have forty-two hours,” Maris said. “Let me track him.” -- Teo crept through subsurface ducts beneath the tension-bridge. No guards this deep. He placed the first Ferrumcrys node against a load-bearing beam, activating its microresonator. A subtle whine filled his skull, like a distant flute. He armed three more nodes along the corridor. Each synced, forming a growing web of vibration that would wait until the nodes detected ninety-kilometer winds—winds guaranteed during tomorrow’s solar unfurl. He sealed the panel, ascended ladders, and stepped onto a maintenance gangplank to find Maris waiting, pistol leveled. “Hands where I can see,” she ordered. Teo froze. “You followed me.” “Saboteurs leave footprints. I’m the janitor.” He smiled despite fear. “Chasing ghosts, diver?” “I dove into your ghost.” Wind rattled the gangplank chains. Teo considered bolting; but beneath them, Andarion’s midnight lagoon shimmered, ready to swallow. He raised his open palms. “I planted Ferrumcrys,” he said, voice quiet. “Maybe you can defuse them. Maybe not.” “Deactivate them,” Maris demanded, thumb on the stun trigger. Teo exhaled. “Why protect this place? You know the mainland suffers.” Maris’s jaw clenched. “I know suffering. But collapse breeds more.” Her pistol wavered. The world, Teo thought, always sat on a blade’s edge—one gesture, and everything changed. He stepped forward. “Let me disable the nodes,” he said. “But you’ll still report me.” “I have to,” she whispered. He nodded. “Then let’s both survive the report.” He blew out a breath. “I set four nodes. They sync to code 88-gamma. I’ll recite the shut-off sequence.” They descended. Crouched by the first node, Teo keyed the console. The whine dropped a quarter-tone. They repeated for the second, third. At the fourth, boot error flashed: code lockout. “Somebody’s overriding remote,” Teo murmured. Sela appeared on the upper catwalk, metastring bow drawn, arrow tip gilded with sonic dampers. Her voice drifted like frost. “Romantic, Teo, but unfinished. Step aside.” Teo rose. “I sold you a bow. Not Andarion’s blood.” “You sold revolution,” she corrected, drawing back the bow. “You can’t unplay the note.” A low hum built, the Ferrumcrys nodes reacting to her maintained field. Metal beams shivered. Maris realized shooting her risked dropping Sela into the lagoon unharmed and leaving the bow resonating. She glanced at Teo. “You know the counter-frequency?” “Opposite harmonic. But we need amplitude.” “A metastring bowed backward?” Teo’s eyes widened—then he leapt, seizing Sela’s instrument. She pivoted, firing a vibro-arrow that glanced off railing and exploded, slicing a support chain. The gangplank tilted. Maris grabbed the rail. Sela toppled over the edge, catching a cable, bow sliding toward the dark. Teo snatched it mid-air. “Reverse stroke,” he shouted. He planted his feet, pressed bow to primary beam, and drew upward. A deep, mournful chord erupted, churning marrow and water alike. The Ferrumcrys nodes flickered red, purple, then fell silent, failsafes triggered by inversed harmonic. Sela shrieked, climbing her cable. Maris stunned her before she reached level deck. Silence rippled. Teo slumped against the beam. “That was everything I had,” he said. Maris holstered her pistol. “You saved them.” He laughed bitterly. “After nearly destroying them.” She nodded. “Still counts.” -- Captain Ilara reviewed Maris’s report. Sela faced trial. Teo, for sabotage attempt mitigated by cooperation, received commuted sentence: ten years civic service in Hydroacoustics, restricted movement. As Ilara finished, Maris stood outside her office, waiting. Ilara gestured her in. “You believe he can be trusted?” “He knows the city resonates,” Maris said. “And he knows who suffers when it fails. Sometimes you have to hear the wrong chord before you can tune the instrument.” Ilara’s lips twitched. “Poetic. I’ll keep his leash tight.” Maris found Teo the next day in Lab Bay Twelve, fingers hovering over a console, face lit by green diagnostic LEDs. He glanced up, uncertain. “Reporting for duty,” he said. “Then listen,” Maris replied, sliding headphones toward him. “The sea’s shifting. We need fresh ears.” He took the headphones, placed them on, and closed his eyes. The city hummed around them—a complex tapestry of longing, regret, and fragile hope. For the first time, Teo listened not for weakness to exploit, but for fractures to mend. And Maris, standing beside him, realized balance did not come from silencing one frequency and amplifying another, but from weaving them together so the chord endured. -- The Day of Extending Sun dawned bright. Sails unfurled, catching golden wind. Citizens flooded decks, unaware how close they’d come to ruin. Beneath their feet, somewhere in the tension-bridge, four crystalline nodes remained—disarmed now, reprogrammed to monitor stress and warn of future threats. They pulsed like tiny hearts. On an observation balcony, Maris and Teo watched the sails bloom. “Still think the city needs to fall?” Maris asked. He squinted at light refracting over water. “I think… it needs to open more doors. And I need to help pry them.” Maris smiled. “Start with tuning our intake turbines. They’re five RPM off spec.” He grinned back. “After breakfast?” She laughed. “Breakfast first.” They walked toward the market, two figures among thousands, the sea stretching endless around the bright, tenuous rings of Andarion. Above, gulls wheeled, crying a raw, ancient song. Below, in the city’s bones, new harmonies formed—unfinished, uncertain, yet insistent that survival could sound like music if one chose to listen.

Metastring Theory and Modular Space-time arxiv.org/abs/1502.08005

❗ 🐆𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗛𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗔- 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟 📷 "𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒚𝒂 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒅-𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 2022 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒅-𝑭𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 2023." 🐆 "This project has been characterized by delays, shifting goal posts, blame games, repeated captures of cheetahs released to range free and more recently by a lack of transparency and communication.” — Dr Ravi Chellam, Metastring Foundation. 🐾 “Seven of the 20 adult cheetahs brought from Africa have died, most of them in captivity. At least four litters of cubs have been born, all in captivity. Of the remaining 13 adults, at best probably only two are currently free-ranging. All the surviving adult cheetahs have spent a vast majority of their time since their arrival in India, in some form of captivity. All the surviving cubs were born in captivity and continue to remain in captivity.”—Time 💥 Why India wanted to reintroduce cheetahs in the first place: time.com/6315314/india-cheet… 👉 Help support GMFER’s work here: gmfer.org/donate/ #MarchAgainstExtinction #GMFER #SaveOurWildWorld #SalveThePlanet #IYC2024 #TransfrontierAfrica #TheBlackMambas #MIzuEcocare #RARESriLanka #MetastringFoundation #CheetahConservationFund #WildlifeConservationSociety #InDefenseofAnimals #NRDC #USFWS #HSI #IUCN #KunoNationalPark Image credit: ©Pixabay.com/fotshot/Callmeba…

The legislation “is #ecocide,” says conservation biologist Ravi Chellam, CEO of the Metastring Foundation, which makes policy relevant data publicly available. “People are gobsmacked by the brazenness of it all.” 4/n

I found this paper today It's more fuel for my fire: "Gravitizing The Quantum" is a good way of defining "Action-Reaction" in my PQM = QM Action-Reaction GR = SR Action-Reaction PQM --> EPR Signaling = ER Traversable Wormholes Explains both "Five Observables" and "Slide 9" of the Elizondo-Puthoff Dog and Pony Show. A quotation from Stephen Hawking: "If we do discover a theory of everything...it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason—for then we would truly know the mind of God.” youtube.com/watch?v=pvOwHb6h… 📷 "Recently we have discussed a new approach to the problem of quantum gravity in which the quantum mechanical structures that are traditionally fixed, such as the Fubini-Study metric in the Hilbert space of states, become dynamical and so implement the idea of gravitizing the quantum.” SEE BELOW PQM = QM ACTION-REACTION GRAVITIZES THE QUANTUM THAT IS A GOOD LAYMAN’S DESCRIPTION FOR WHAT I HAVE BEEN PROFESSING SINCE MY 1996 TALK AT STUART HAMEROFF’S TUCSON CONFERENCE. See Section 7 📷 Paavo Pylkkänen, Is the Brain Analogous to a Quantum Measuring Apparatus? philpapers.org 📷 2303.15645 PDF Document · 826 KB Triple Interference, Non-linear Talbot Effect and Gravitization of the Quantum Abstract Recently we have discussed a new approach to the problem of quantum gravity in which the quantum mechanical structures that are traditionally fixed, such as the Fubini-Study metric in the Hilbert space of states, become dynamical and so implement the idea of gravitizing the quantum. In this paper we elaborate on a specific test of this new approach to quantum gravity using triple interference in a varying gravi- tational field. Our discussion is driven by a profound analogy with recent triple-path interference experiments performed in the context of non-linear optics. We emphasize that the triple interference experiment in a varying gravitational field would deeply influence the present understanding of the kinematics of quantum gravity and quan- tum gravity phenomenology. We also discuss the non-linear Talbot effect as another striking phenomenological probe of gravitization of the geometry of quantum theory 1 Introduction: What is quantum gravity? In [1], we have recently discussed a new approach to the problem of quantum gravity, which is still an outstanding fundamental question in physics. In standard approaches to quantum gravity, one applies wholesale the structure of quantum mechanics to the gravitational field, modifying the geometrical and topological structures of general relativity as necessary. Whether the modifications are introducing extended objects and varying dimensions, as in string theory, or a different geometrical description of the gauge invariant reduced phase space as in loop quantum gravity, or different symmetries as in supergravity or Horava- Lifshitz gravity (among other approaches), quantum mechanics remains unchanged while gravity, space, and time get modified. Since quantization of the other three fundamental forces is well understood using this prescription, and since quantum mechanics is a fairly rigid structure, this approach has dominated the landscape of quantum gravity. Fundamentally, however, general relativity contains as deep conceptual elements as quantum mechanics. Hence there is also the possibility to operate in reverse; rather than “quantizing gravity” the correct theory may instead “gravitize the quantum” and profoundly change the structure of quantum mechanics. In [1,2] we proposed one such possibility by extending the dynamical aspects of general covariance, that is, the statement that all quantities in our physical theories must be dynamical, to usually fixed quantum mechanical structures. This approach was inspired by our previous work on metastring theory [3–13] and its various ramifications [14–16] as well as work on the geometric aspects of quantum foundations6 [17–21].

Dr Ravi Chellam of the Metastring Foundation has called the project poorly conceived and grossly expensive. Prerna Singh Bindra said she would not classify this project project as conservation @KunoNationalPrk #cheetah @parthpunter @ANI @BBCWorld @ABC @BiodiversityMag

It makes no sense as India already has endangered charismatic animals like caracal, black buck and great Indian bustard in these grasslands. Where is the need to bring something from Africa?” asks the wildlife biologist and CEO of Metastring Foundation. @PARInetwork

Code block line numbers ! Can be turned on with a simple "showLineNumbers added to the code block metastring Doc: deploy-preview-7178--docusau…

Started at "wanna use a new syntax highlighter", now we at "how to parse MDX codeblock using rehype to get metastring"

The webinar was moderated by Prof. Nandan Nawn (@terischool). Dr. Ravi Chellam (Metastring Foundation & @BiodivCollab) delivered the vote of thanks.

#BiodiversityConversations on Avian Influenza tomorrow! Register for our webinar with @fishtiaq (@TIGS_India), @TaejMundkur (@WetlandsInt), S.Nagarajan (@icarindia), @uramakri (@NCBS_Bangalore), Ravi Chellam (Metastring Foundation) & @abi_vanak (@atree_org). Friday, 12th Feb, 5PM

Watch our webinar "Cataloguing & Mapping Life of India: Biodiversity informatics in India" on YouTube, ft. R. Prabhakar/Metastring Foundation, @NandiniRajamani/@IiserTirupati, John Pickering/Polistes Foundation, @vijaychandru/@StrandLife/@iiscbangalore & Nitin Pandit/@atree_org.

Elephant or wild pig, none should die in blast. Cuteness quotient must not guide conservation Ravi Chellam, CEO, Metastring Foundation, writes #ThePrintOpinion bit.ly/2MBFfJP

@IndiaBiodiversitySymposium in honour of Kamal Bawa’s 80th birthday organized by Rohini Nilekani. Darshan Shankar (TDU), Vinod Mathur (NBA) and Ravi Chellam (Metastring) get the proceedings going. Kamal and Rohini looking on.