I miss the world that doesn't exist anymore. I miss the childhood that I never had, foods that were never tasty. I miss the unknown that is dearer to the  soul than friends of old. I miss the high plains in late spring in Wyoming, which I never trod. I miss the Ocean of

Within you dwell two swarms. The one of bees, the other of wasps. Guard well the bees,.For they shall make honey. The honey is life. @elonmusk.@realDonaldTrump .@SashaJovicic .@GeneralBrnovich .@Anc_Aesthetics .@MarioBojic .@clif_high .@RealAlexJones .@the_culturist_.

Will you create art even if the world around falls apart?. Will you live even if everyone around decided to die?. Shall you seed the eternal truth in your garden of life?. Well - yes. There is no path, where my feet would dare to thread but a stardust way of the heart. The

In your orbit—amid the swirl of people, entities, and passing shadows—there lurks a peculiar breed of human-like figures. Not quite friends, not quite foes. They hover just close enough for you to sense them, yet always at a safe, sterile distance. They won’t come at you with

Build the character. Build the path to Stars!.@elonmusk.

When you think you know something, life doesn’t wait—it tests you. More precisely, it puts your claim through a stress test. If your knowledge is real, it holds up. It becomes part of who you are, growing quietly inside you. The same principle applies to every kind of human.

Calm amidst the Storm.

The Truth can be uttered only by the living.

Tonight, I will break your heart. Tonight, I will speak the truth. You will crash and burn around you,.Twisting in the storm of your own mind. All for one. All for one. All for a single moment—.A flash of neon wisdom. But false lights never warm,.Never give,.Offer nothing.But

From forgotten eras, the crux of the happening was never changed. Until one day it is. Drop by drop, verse by verse peeling the veil of deception and darkness.

The puppet has lost the master. Peeling the veil of deceit, one verse at the time.

The puppet lost the master.

You make plans – but God decides. You make a choice – and God brings it to pass. You play – God wipes away your games. You play God – and God laughs. You grow angry – God smiles gently. You say in your heart, "I have the power" – God muses, “And what is that. ”. While your

The Man is not drawn to chaos or disorder. The counterfeit of The Man, a human lookalike but soulless entity, thrives on chaos—it is his sharpest blade. He sows noise and confusion. Fear, stirred again and again. Panic, carefully orchestrated. A threat that never truly passes.

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What is the greatest?.God. What is the smallest?.God. What is the strongest?.God. What is the weakest?.God. And thus the circle turns, endless. Between these revelations lie the collages of suffering and sorrow, of joy and delight. And what—or who—is, at the end or the

When the waters grow murky, tread with care — the hunters are near. A hunter in the murk does not strike by chance. He stirs the depths into chaos, clouding clarity, so that the unsuspecting drift—lost in time and disoriented in space. Confusion becomes a current, and in it, the

Beauty will save the world. Beauty is the harmony of spheres. Beauty is the balance of spirit and body. Beauty is Love as the main motive of all. Beauty is a sense of purpose and elevation. When you see chaos everywhere,.when you feel it deeply,.know that a great cleansing is

Now, my brother, I shall be King. Knights, prepare for battle!.

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