“At the turn of the twentieth century, Srinivasa Ramanujan is a struggling and indigent citizen in the city of Madras in India working at menial jobs at the edge of poverty. While performing his menial labor, his employers notice that he seems to have exceptional skills at mathematics and they begin to make use of him for rudimentary accounting tasks. It becomes equally clear to his employers, who are college educated, that Ramanujan’s mathematical insights exceed the simple accounting tasks they are assigning to him and soon they encourage him to make his personal writings in mathematics available to the general public and to start to contact professors of mathematics at universities by writing to them. One such letter is sent to G.H. Hardy, a famous mathematician at Cambridge University, who begins to take a special interest in Ramanujan.” WIKIPEDIA.
I have watched this DVD film twice now, not because I am a mathematician but because of the way this character apparently received his information throughout his lifetime. Though his mathematical insights eventually proved to be correct they did not arrive in his mind as problems to be solved; they were received in their completed form as inspirations, in much the same manner as artists and scientists throughout history have done.
As Srinivasa pleaded for understanding by trying to explain that these inspirations were gifts from God, I shivered as I remembered using similar words to explain my own mystical adventures.
(I am an agnostic and I say essentially the same thing.)
When my own inspirations begIn, I feel as though there is a circular opening above my head through which flow these ideas – a shower of information from another world.
Sometimes these unnatural experiences last for only a minute or so and l start writing them down in a pocket-sized spiral notebook or by typing in OFFICE WORD, perhaps spending an hour or even a day or more editing the results.