I work in an underground mine and sometimes when I’m waiting for someone to come pick me up, I torn my cap lamp off and sit on a rock. It’s the darkest dark you can imagine. No shadows, no pin pricks of light just your thoughts. All you can hear is the sound of moving air and the occasionally the rock moving.
It’s genuinely peaceful and so so relaxing. Definitely had some philosophical moments down there
It’s even better when you break the name down kwarizam is where he’s from and Muhammad is a common first name. It’s like saying Johnny English (or may be Jean Francois) invented calculus in 10-diggity-dig