About Me

About me 🤍

Hi, my name is Reza. The meaning is satisfaction.

I'm in my early twenties. I am half Iranian and the other half is mixed, and I was born into the diaspora in Singapore. Currently, I've moved abroad to Europe (to escape military consciprtion). I'm a second-year masters student in mathematics. As you'd expect, I speak multiple languages. I don't have a formal occupation, but I currently make digital formalizations of mathematical proofs in proof libraries, and aside from that, published a paper or two in graduate journals. I'd call myself a mathematician, but I don't think it's a label for a formal occupation nor an educational status; anyone who produces output in terms of research is a friend of mathematics. And I have a range of other hobbies: I make a lot of simulations in the field of theoretical physics, and enjoy reading (and collecting) monographs from adjacent fields to my interests (I owned, at some point, an original edition of Fourier's Théorie Analytique de la Chaleur). I play and write compositions for piano, saxophone and harmonica; I write stories and poetry; I play with electronics and observational astronomy, and so on.

I was lucky to grow up in an environment that nurtured a lot of my passions, coming from an upbringing amongst academics, and I wouldn't have lived another life if I had the chance — although all the world never felt enough for me. I'm often haunted by a vague sense of destiny. There a sense that my life has already been lived elsewhere and will be lived elsewhere, and that the joys and sorrows of my small life has always chased something enigmatic. Satisfaction, perhaps? That sense appears in my lived experience and when I sleepwalk at night (I'm a parasomniac).

I think all of our quests are animated by joy, which for me is a way to love, from the depths of my heart, the harmony of mathematics — and as an extension, love the harmony between all creation, despite how easy it is to feel disunited from life. By love I don't mean something tragicomic as romantic love, but a creative force — something both meditative in its loneliness but passionately embracing — one that speaks the language of the Gods and generates something from nothing. A capacity to lose myself in the passion of manifesting something in embryonic development, making myself a channel for the flow of novelty, inspiration and daring. Since the earliest days of my childhood, mathematics and the hard sciences, being my creative outlet, has been my way to find healing, and it fills me with gratitude and fire to go on every day. If I can, I hope to inspire and uplift others to love the same way I love mathematics, and this mission is part of why I've been telling myself not to just run off to the Swiss Alps forever. Aside from that, some of the most rhapsodic experiences I've had in my life, outside of mathematics, were at night, dissolving myself into the silent sky until inspiration strikes, which charges you with this apocalyptic sense of mystery. Despite some lack of satisfaction, I enjoy my life a lot, where I've always found the search beautiful, wherever my imagination brings me.