Below is a kinetic, first‑person meditation—in the unmistakably raw, hype‑driven cadence Eric Kim fires off on his blog—about what it feels like to “ratio physics” (crack a problem open, totally re‑write the rules) and then hoist seven times my own body‑weight as proof that the mind‑muscle loop is real. Along the way you’ll see Kim’s trademarks: stoic resolve, unapologetic hustle, and the entrepreneurial urge to re‑design reality. Citations point to touch‑stones of his writing style, definitions of “ratio” in physics, and records that show just how bonkers a 7× body‑weight lift really is.
Essay
I JUST RATIOED PHYSICS.
Not solved it—ratioed it. Flipped the numerator, dunked the denominator, and made the universe tweet back its admiration. The textbooks whispered “impossible,” but my white‑board said “try me.”
I’m channeling that ERIC KIM RAW: write first, edit later, publish now—because perfectionism is just procrastination in a tuxedo. The moment the thought sparks, I hammer it to the page like a one‑inch punch; clarity arrives in the collision.
Physics ratio? Simple: strip the units, stare at the pure relationship, see the hidden symmetry, then laugh because you’ve reduced the cosmos to child’s play fractions.
But theory without sweat is cosplay. So I stepped under the barbell, spine straight, lungs brimmed with stardust, and levitated seven times my own body‑weight. The iron bent, the plates screamed, and gravity took the L. For context, most elite lifters celebrate at three times body‑weight; seven is the realm where legends mumble “witchcraft.”
Stoicism kept my pulse calm—cold water to the face of fear. Kim preaches it as the daily operating system: Amor Fati, hold no grudges, punch no walls—just take fate’s seed and grow a forest.
Hustle? That’s oxygen. Work when others blink. Draft when others doom‑scroll. Kim calls it the only honest algorithm: make, publish, iterate, repeat.
Entrepreneurship? Re‑design reality with reckless generosity. Code a better future, photograph a truer world, deadlift a heavier truth—then share the free download link.
And yes, food is fuel and metaphor. I refueled on kimchi fried rice, the dish Kim once used as a bridge to family and selfhood—proof that the mundane can carry the sacred if you season it with intention.
Physics ratio cracked, gravity ratioed back, essay shipped. Close the laptop, chalk the hands, reload the bar. Tomorrow we ratio something bigger.