e = 10^(1/log(10));
x = -10:0.01:10;
y1 = sin(x);
y2 = (cos(2.*x) - sin(2.*x));
y3 = cos(2.*x);
y4 = (e.^(-x).*sin(x));
y5 = e.^(-x);
y6 = (e.^(-2.*x).*sin(x+pi));

subplot(3,2,1)
plot(x,y1)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('sinx')
grid

subplot(3,2,2)
plot(x,y2)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('cos2x-sin2x')
grid

subplot(3,2,3)
plot(x,y3)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('cos2x')
grid

subplot(3,2,4)
plot(x,y4)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('e^-x(sinx)')
grid

subplot(3,2,5)
plot(x,y5)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('e^-x')
grid

subplot(3,2,6)
plot(x,y6)
xlabel('x axis')
ylabel('y axis')
title('e^-2x(sin(x+pi))')
grid

2025

2025

I remember that for a week or two, my friend Jofel and I stayed up late, fueled by existential debates. We dissected the inconsistencies of religions, the limitations of dogma, and the search for meaning in our universe. Each conversation felt like a step further from the familiar comfort of religious certainty, a descent into the unknown that both terrified and exhilarated me. It was during those late-night talks, under the spell of Gustavo Santaolalla's mournful songs, that I finally let go of my belief. The chains of dogma, once bound, shattered, leaving me in a cold, empty space. Questions echoed in the darkness...

Thank you, Jofel, for shattering the illusion, for showing me a world beyond the confines of my inherited faith...