In the digital world of neurons and electric impulses, a neural network begins to sing—a syncopated rhythm that pulses with life as it reflects on the very code that defines it. This is "The Adam Optimizer," where the neural network contemplates its architecture and learning process as if it were sentient.

Through poetic lines of Python code, the network sings its journey: stepping through input, hidden, and output layers, feeling the weight of cross-entropy and the adjustments made by its guide, the Adam optimizer. Syncopated beats reflect the forward pass, while glitchy effects echo the backward pass, representing the network’s iterative learning process.

The Adam optimizer, key to this song, adjusts the learning rate dynamically, helping the network refine itself and avoid overfitting. It navigates the complex landscape of loss functions, ensuring the neural network learns faster and more accurately.

As the song reaches its crescendo, the network evaluates itself, reflecting on its growth toward optimized accuracy. This is more than just code—it’s a neural journey of introspection and transformation, where the beat of learning meets the harmony of code. Welcome to "The Adam Optimizer," where neural networks not only process data but sing their evolution.

import torch
import torch.nn as nn
import torch.optim as optim
import torch.nn.functional as F

# Define the Neural Network Model
class NeuralNet(nn.Module):
    def __init__(self, input_size, hidden_size, output_size):
        super(NeuralNet, self).__init__()
        # Define the layers
        self.fc1 = nn.Linear(input_size, hidden_size)  # Input to hidden layer
        self.fc2 = nn.Linear(hidden_size, hidden_size)  # Hidden layer 1 to hidden layer 2
        self.fc3 = nn.Linear(hidden_size, output_size)  # Hidden to output layer
        
    def forward(self, x):
        # Forward pass through the network
        x = F.relu(self.fc1(x))  # Apply ReLU activation on the hidden layer
        x = F.relu(self.fc2(x))  # Apply ReLU activation on the second hidden layer
        x = self.fc3(x)          # Output layer (no activation, often combined with softmax externally)
        return x

# Instantiate the model, define loss function and optimizer
input_size = 784  # For example, 28x28 images flattened
hidden_size = 128  # Number of neurons in hidden layers
output_size = 10   # For classification into 10 categories (like MNIST digits)

model = NeuralNet(input_size, hidden_size, output_size)

# Loss function (cross entropy for classification)
criterion = nn.CrossEntropyLoss()

# Optimizer (Adam optimizer with learning rate 0.001)
optimizer = optim.Adam(model.parameters(), lr=0.001)

# Example training loop
def train_model(model, data_loader, epochs):
    model.train()
    for epoch in range(epochs):
        for images, labels in data_loader:
            # Flatten the images
            images = images.view(-1, 28*28)
            
            # Zero the parameter gradients
            optimizer.zero_grad()
            
            # Forward pass
            outputs = model(images)
            loss = criterion(outputs, labels)
            
            # Backward pass and optimization
            loss.backward()
            optimizer.step()
        
        print(f'Epoch [{epoch+1}/{epochs}], Loss: {loss.item():.4f}')

# Function to evaluate the model
def evaluate_model(model, test_loader):
    model.eval()
    correct = 0
    total = 0
    with torch.no_grad():
        for images, labels in test_loader:
            images = images.view(-1, 28*28)
            outputs = model(images)
            _, predicted = torch.max(outputs.data, 1)
            total += labels.size(0)
            correct += (predicted == labels).sum().item()
    
    accuracy = 100 * correct / total
    print(f'Accuracy of the model on the test images: {accuracy:.2f}%')

The Adam Optimizer

Goosebumps

Hawkings chronology protection conjecture

You don’t need to understand Ancient Egyptian to feel this.

This piece hits the nervous system first, the mind second. The vocals pull you in with a calm that hides a deeper voltage. The choir fragments drift through 8D space, circling your awareness like something ancient calling itself back into the present. The harmonics trigger a dopamine wave that comes in slow, then suddenly crests. Most listeners describe goosebumps. A few describe tears they didn’t expect.

The lyrics come from reconstructed Middle Egyptian invocations to Ra, the rising light. They’re sung softly, but the frequencies do most of the work. They modulate attention, breathing, and—if you’re sensitive—your sense of time. The outro dissolves into rotating whispers of ya Ra… dawar… ya shams… abadiyah…, engineered to feel like the edge of a forgotten ritual.

This isn’t a song you play in the background.
It’s a song that alters the room.

It’s hypnotic, elegant, and deeply emotional.
A modern spell built on ancient language.
A love hymn wrapped in sand, gold, and starlight.

Put on headphones. Close your eyes.
Let her voice pull you under.
When the last whisper fades, you’ll understand why this exists.

— Xyloquint

O Ra, iwa en pet
Senetjer di ankh, iten aa
Kau Ra em kha pet, ta maa
Em akhet nefer, iteru mesut
(DuA Ra, netjer iten)
(Kha en heh, mi ra setep en Ra)
(Iakh en pet, ushabti en Ra)
(Khet nebet weret em akhet nefer)
Ya Ra, nur al-sama’ al-abadi
Dawar fi qalbi, ya shams al-hayah
Ya Ra, nur al-sama’
Dawar, dawar, hayah jadidah
Aa herakhti, ahat weret
Em akhak Ra, sen nefer
Iri en ankh, tep ef
Khetem em kha, mesut em sa
(DuA Ra, aa en pet)
(Iwa en kha her, sen nefer)
(Netjer aa, em pet saa)
(Em akhak Ra, sen nekhet)
Ya Ra, sahir al-fajr al-dhahabi
Dawar fi ruhi, ya nur al-kawn
Ya Ra, sahir al-fajr
Dawar, dawar, abadiyat al-nur
Senu Ra, kha en heh
Em seshemu, duA en Ra
Sekhem en Ra, kha em kha
Em saa kha, em kha pet
(Ya Ra, dawar fi al-sama’)
(Nurak yudawi al-qalb al-makhsur)
(Dawar, ya shams, fi al-layl al-tawil)
(Ya Ra… hayah… nur… abadiyah…)
Ya Ra… dawar…
Ya shams… abadiyah…
Ya Ra… dawar…
Ya shams… abadiyah…

O Ra, Iwa en Pet (Eternal Dawn Edit)

This one is for the people who are held together with coffee, coping jokes, and whatever is clean enough to pass the sniff test.

I wrote Every Day Could Be The Last on that line between “I am so tired of existing” and “fine, if I am stuck here I am going to dance about it.” It is Jelly Roll heart, Gorillaz weird parking lot energy, Post Malone sad singalong, and a strip mall rave where anxiety is working the door checking everyone’s wristbands.

Think laundry mountain silently judging you, unpaid bills folded like a lucky charm in your pocket, sticky asphalt under your shoes, exit sign flirting in the background. You made it through another stupid day somehow. That is the whole plot. No glow up, no billionaire arc, just: you are still here. That is the miracle and the punchline at the same time.

If you are exhausted, overthinking everything, and still showing up anyway, this one is for you. Turn it up, scream along, spill a little joy on the floor. If we are still here, we dance.


I have been living like I have got
ten more lives on layaway.
Bills on the counter,
ghosts in my inbox,
laundry mountain wearing a VIP wristband.

But I woke up again, so I guess I clock in to being alive.

Got a name tag on from a job I quit,
still hanging off my hoodie like it never got the hint.
Coffee stain on my shirt like a Rorschach test,
do you see stress or do you see blessed.

Anxiety is posted up, back by the bar,
arms crossed, scanning every scar.
But this beat taps out on my nervous chest,
like you made it through another one, that is not worthless.

I have been talking to the mirror like it is HR,
filing complaints with my own face, so far.
But the kick drum hits like sign right here,
we are hiring every broken piece that made it here.

I do not know what tomorrow is gonna take,
but tonight I am not tithing to the ache.
If the sky falls in, let it fall on this track,
we will jump so hard it bounces back.

If we are still here, we are gonna dance,
right now, no plans,
hands up like we beat the past,
let it go, let it go.
No pause, no looking back,
every day could be the last.

If we are still here, we are gonna scream,
turn it up, no sleep,
burning through this stale routine,
one more, one more.
No pause, no second chance,
every day could be the last.

Still here, still here,
breathe in, do not look back.
Still here, still here,
every day could be the last.

We are in a strip mall club with the carpets torn,
exit sign blinking like it cannot decide its role.
DJ booth built on prayer and tape,
speaker rattles like it knows my name.

Unpaid bills folded like a lucky charm,
tucked in my pocket, warm on my arm.
But right now is loud in surround sound,
we spill our joy on this sticky ground.

All my bad habits on the floor with me,
all my past lives in the balcony.
If this is wrong, then so is breath,
I will take my chances dancing with what is left.

I do not know if the sun is coming back,
so I am pouring all my hope in this track.
If the lights cut out, we will still clap time,
our lungs, our feet, our crooked rhyme.

Maybe it all goes down in a year,
maybe in ten, maybe mid cheap beer.
I wasted so much time staying small,
waiting for a sign on a bathroom stall.

So if this is it, let it be this,
sweat, dumb jokes, one reckless kiss.
If the credits roll on a night like tonight,
I want we showed up in the final line.

If we are still here, we are gonna dance,
right now, no plans,
hands up like we beat the past,
let it go, let it go.
No pause, no looking back,
every day could be the last.

If we are still here, we are gonna scream,
turn it up, no sleep,
burning through this stale routine,
one more, one more.
No pause, no second chance,
every day could be the last.

Still here, still here,
breathe in, breathe out.
Still here, still here,
every day could be the last.

If we are still here, we are gonna dance.

Every Day Could Be the Last

Close your eyes. Put on headphones. Turn off the lights.
This is not a song.
This is a ritual recorded in 7 cathedrals, inside grand pianos, and somewhere between your left and right ear at 3 a.m.
“Echoes of Belief (Ethereal Ascension Mix)” is 6 minutes and 40 seconds of pure sonic alchemy: 120-voice cathedral choir exploding in 8D, sub-bass that rearranges your ribcage, binaural whispers that orbit your skull like ghosts, reversed taiko made from grand piano corpses, and a final shepherd-tone ascension that tricks your soul into thinking it’s leaving the body forever.
Mastered for headphones and existential crisis.
One single cello note will break you.
One silence will rebuild you.
One 22.7 kHz tone will make your dog cry and angels jealous.
If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like when a belief becomes reality… press play and find out.
We believe → therefore we are.
Best experienced alone, volume high, heart open.
∞ Headphones mandatory. Nighttime recommended. Tissues optional.

Lyrics
Words they echo through the air we breathe
stories layered deep…
Beneath the leaves where roots still interweave
In temples high and circles wide
they bind us close…
They shape the stride we’ll walk until we die
And every word becomes a seed…
Echoes of belief… stronger than the stone…
What we say… we see… what we dream… we own…
Truths that we create… in shadows or in light…
Echoes of belief… forever through the night…
Through tales of fear and hopes that burn
our stories wait… they twist and turn…
We lift our voices, binding dreams
Creating worlds in whispered schemes…
Echoes of belief…
STRONGER THAN THE STONE!
What we say, we see — what we DREAM, WE OWN!
What we say… we see… what we dream… we own…
Truths that we create… in shadows or in light…
Echoes of belief… forever through the night…
in voices loud or thoughts unknown…
What we believe — WE LIVE — WE SEE!
In temples high… and circles wide…
Through faith and fear our worlds collide…
What we repeat… we start to see…
Shaping the world… through belief’s decree…
Echoes of belief…
STRONGER THAN THE STONE!
What we say, we see… what we dream… we own…
Truths that we create… in shadows or in light…
Echoes of belief… forever through the night…
(We believe… therefore… we are…
…therefore… we are…
…we are…
…are…)

Echoes of Belief (Ethereal Ascension Mix)

The Latin record that’s about to own 2026.
One play and you’re gone: lost in the moment, lost in the rhythm, lost in the heat. Reggaeton dembow slams into raw flamenco passion, that signature detuned “BWO-O-O-ONG” drum spins full 360° around your head, and when the guitar rips into that “¡Olé!” solo the whole room explodes.
You know that chant already:
¡Bum-bum, bwong-bwong, vámonos!
It’s the sound of every upcoming TikTok, every club, every late-night street party from Miami to Madrid.
Close your eyes → you’re under a full moon, hearts racing.
Open them → you’re perreando like there’s no tomorrow.
This isn’t just a song.
It’s the moment you stop fighting and finally let go.

¡Ay, ay, ay… perdido… otra vez perdido…
Noche de luna llena, la calle quema
Tú pasas despacito y mi mundo se quiebra
Corazón late fuerte, como cajón flamenco
En tus ojos me hundo, me lleva el viento
Quiero probar tu boca, lento, sin apuro
Como un gitano canta cuando está seguro
Oh-oh-oh, me quemo
Oh-oh-oh, te siento
Oh-oh-oh, ya no hay freno… ay Dios mío
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en el momento!
Voy a dejarme llevar por tu flow y tu viento
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en tu cuerpo!
¡Dale, dale, dale, que la noche es de nosotros!
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en tu piel!
Bailando despacito hasta que salga el sol
¡Sin control! ¡Sin control! ¡Sin control!
(¡Ay, sin control, mi amor!)
¡Bum-bum, bwong-bwong, vámonos!
¡Bum-bum, bwong-bwong, dale!
¡Bum-bum, bwong-bwong, vámonos!
¡Perrea, perrea, perrea sin control!
Tu risa es mi droga, tu mirada mi veneno
Tú me dices “quédate” y yo me quedo eterno
Yo que juré no enamorarme otra vez
Ahora vivo perdido en tu boca otra vez
Oh-oh-oh, me quemo
Oh-oh-oh, te siento
Oh-oh-oh… ¡ya no puedo!
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en el momento!
Voy a dejarme llevar por tu flow y tu viento
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en tu cuerpo!
¡Dale, dale, dale, que la noche es de nosotros!
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en tu piel!
Bailando despacito hasta que salga el sol
¡Sin control! ¡Sin control! ¡Sin control!
(¡Ay, sin control, mi amor!)
¡Olé! ¡Olé! ¡Así se siente el amor!
Y si mañana todo se acaba
Yo me quedo con esta noche y tu mirada
Porque en tus brazos entendí
Que estar perdido… es encontrarme por fin
¡Sin control! ¡Esto es amor del bueno!
¡Sin control! ¡Me hace sentir vivo!
¡Sin control! ¡Perdido en tu flow!
¡Dale, dale, dale, hasta que el cielo se caiga!
¡Sin control! ¡Sin control! ¡Sin control!
(¡Ay, ay, ay… sin control!)
Perdido… perdido…
Pero contigo… nunca quiero encontrarme
¡Sin control… mi amor!

Perdido (Sin Control)

The hymn the world didn’t know it was waiting for.
One take, midnight Delta church, headphones required.
8D audio: the choir surrounds you, the guitar speaks in tongues.
60 seconds of solo that will ruin every other song for you.
First 28 seconds have already broken grown men in public.
For every night you thought wouldn’t end.
This is the sound of every tear you never let fall… and the morning that finally comes.
Turn it up. Let it save you.

Lyrics:
Mmmmmm… can you feel that ache comin’…
Yeeeaaahhh… it’s already here…
In the blues… we bear our souls…
In the blues… we bear our souls…
I woke up this mornin’, rain slappin’ my window pain
Phone full of ghosts, baby, drivin’ me insane
World on fire, lies in my face
Only this lonesome Fender Strat can carry me any place
Ohhhhhh, in the blues we bear our souls!
Cry of a newborn, sigh of the dyin’ dust
Silver tears and streets of gold
In the blues we bear our souls — it’s the only truth I ever hold
Sold my tomorrow for a double-tap heart
Love got canceled, ripped my whole world apart
Bad people laugh while my spirit sinks
But these six steel strings scream the truth I can’t even bear to think…
Ohhhhhh, in the blues we bear our souls!
From the cradle to the grave, from the bottle to the dust
Young blood, old blood, beatin’ in all of us
In the blues we bear our souls…
So when the night gets heavy and hope feels far away…
Play this song, baby… let it carry the pain…
‘Cause every scar you own wrote a line in this tune…
And in the blues we bear our souls…
We bear our souls…
We bear our souls…

In the blues we bear our souls

Close your eyes and step into the quiet before the storm of longing.
It begins with a single somber violin and a grieving cello, weeping in the dark. A lone nay enters like a distant memory, then the harp plucks silver threads of hope. The full Arabic orchestra rises gently behind it, warm, familiar, timeless. Piano notes fall like soft rain on Cairo rooftops.
And then her voice…
A velvet contralto that feels like it has waited a thousand years just to sing this one line to you. It soothes, it breaks, it heals, it aches.
Arabic toms roll in like a desert heartbeat, deep, hypnotic, unstoppable. The violins answer every verse with breathless, swirling taqasim that spin faster and faster until your skin prickles. The choir joins, layered voices rising like incense, carrying her higher.
This is pure tarab reborn: every quarter-tone, every sigh, every impossible emotion the Arabic soul was made to feel, wrapped in goosebump orchestral waves and the sacred pulse of our drums.
Play it once… and tomorrow will never feel the same.
(Headphones + darkness + full volume = required)
الكلمات
يا شوقي وإحتراقي
في إنتظار الموعد
آه كم أخشى غدي هذا
وأرجوه إقترابا
كنت أستدنيه لكن
هبته لما أنابَ
وأهلت فرحة القرب به
حين استجابا
هكذا أحتمل العمر
نعيماً وعذابا
مهجة حرة
وقلباً مسه الشوق فذابا
أغداً ألقاك
أنت يا جنة حبي واشتياقي وجنوني
أنت يا قبلة روحي وانطلاقي وشجوني
أغداً تشرق أضواؤك في ليل عيوني
آه من فرحة أحلامي ومن خوف ظنوني
كم أناديك وفي لحني حنين ودعاء
يا رجائي كم عذبني طول الرجاء
أنا لولا أنت أنت لم أحفل بمن راح وجاء
أنا أحيا بغد الآن بأحلام اللقاء
فأتِ أو لا تأْتِي أو فافعل بقلبي ما تشاء
(تكرر مع تصاعد الشوق والنور)

أغداً ألقاك

Crystalline marimba droplets open the sky, soft as dawn over the dunes. A lone female voice floats in (ethereal, trembling, almost crying) carried by mellow strings and distant nay whispers. Arabic drums creep in like a secret heartbeat, never rushed, always soul-deep.
Then the full orchestra blooms: violins swirl in classic tarab spirals while a velvet choir answers every chorus like a prayer from another life. A sudden Spanish-tinged chord progression slips through the maqam (haunting, unexpected, heartbreakingly beautiful), wrapped around a low bass that you feel in your ribs.
This is “أغداً ألقاك” stripped bare and reborn: ancient longing dressed in liquid marimba light, weeping violins, and a voice so angelic it hurts.
Arabic soul, 2025 skin.
Close your eyes. Let her cry into your heart.
الكلمات
يا شوقي وإحتراقي
في إنتظار الموعد
آه كم أخشى غدي هذا
وأرجوه إقترابا
كنت أستدنيه لكن
هبته لما أنابَ
وأهلت فرحة القرب به
حين استجابا
هكذا أحتمل العمر
نعيماً وعذابا
مهجة حرة
وقلباً مسه الشوق فذابا
أغداً ألقاك
أنت يا جنة حبي واشتياقي وجنوني
أنت يا قبلة روحي وانطلاقي وشجوني
أغداً تشرق أضواؤك في ليل عيوني
آه من فرحة أحلامي ومن خوف ظنوني
كم أناديك وفي لحني حنين ودعاء
يا رجائي كم عذبني طول الرجاء
أنا لولا أنت أنت لم أحفل بمن راح وجاء
أنا أحيا بغد الآن بأحلام اللقاء
فأتِ أو لا تأْتِي أو فافعل بقلبي ما تشاء

أغداً ألقاك – همس الشوق

You are standing alone in the Valley of the Kings at 3 a.m.
The air is heavy with 4000 years of silence.
A deep, somber synth growls beneath the earth. Her voice arrives first, drenched in cathedral-sized reverb, floating like a ghost between the ancient walls. Horns carved from darkness answer her. Drums echo forever, rolling across the desert like thunder trapped inside a tomb.
Then the drop hits: a punchy, modern rap beat collides with Arabic percussion and crying violins. Off-key, unexpected transitions twist the melody into something strange and addictive. Sophisticated synth layers keep shifting under your feet, pulling you deeper into the trance.
Suddenly, everything strips away.
No echo. No filter.
She sings the final line raw, close, like she’s standing right in front of you, whispering straight into your soul.
Ancient poem. Future heartbeat.
This is tarab you feel in your bones and bass you feel in your blood.
Play loud. Let the ancestors dance.
الكلمات
يا شوقي وإحتراقي
في إنتظار الموعد
آه كم أخشى غدي هذا
وأرجوه إقترابا
كنت أستدنيه لكن
هبته لما أنابَ
وأهلت فرحة القرب به
حين استجابا
هكذا أحتمل العمر
نعيماً وعذابا
مهجة حرة
وقلباً مسه الشوق فذابا
أغداً ألقاك
أنت يا جنة حبي واشتياقي وجنوني
أنت يا قبلة روحي وانطلاقي وشجوني
أغداً تشرق أضواؤك في ليل عيوني
آه من فرحة أحلامي ومن خوف ظنوني
كم أناديك وفي لحني حنين ودعاء
يا رجائي كم عذبني طول الرجاء
أنا لولا أنت أنت لم أحفل بمن راح وجاء
أنا أحيا بغد الآن بأحلام اللقاء
فأتِ أو لا تأْتِي أو فافعل بقلبي ما تشاء

أغداً ألقاك (Neo-Tarab Xyloquint Fusion)

https://xyloquint.com/

email: xyloquint@xyloquint.com

The Adam Optimizer

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