Sunday, August 10, 2025

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Do not simply be good; be good at being good

What does it mean to live an "examined life"? 

It means we don't just go through the motions, especially when it comes to being a good person. It’s a challenge to look inward and ask: are my actions truly as good as they could be?

It's not enough to simply follow the rules; we have to be constantly seeking a better way to live, a more effective way to be kind, and a wiser way to act with integrity.

 This isn't just for our own benefit. This mindful pursuit of virtue is a gift we give to our families and our communities, creating ripples of positive change.

When we get better at being good, we're building a foundation for the future, leaving a legacy for generations yet to come.

It’s a profound responsibility and a lifelong journey of discovery. 

Saturday, August 9, 2025

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Divined Book


 The word is not the truth, the map is not the land.

They bound the infinite to fit a mortal's hand.

But a god in print is just a god in chains,

And the sacred fire is not the static reigns.

The universe still speaks in silent, cosmic lines,

Beyond the borders of their etched designs. 

Friday, August 8, 2025

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 The universe gives us a wave; we give it a name.

Light is not red until we say it is.

What we call color is a human boundary drawn across an endless field. 

We are not just receivers of sight, but authors of its limits.

The act of seeing is a subtle violence, collapsing infinite potential into a single, usable truth. 

And in that moment, we create a world that is less than it could be. 

The filter is the awareness, or a big part of it.

So maybe it could have said "The spectrum is endless, until the eye filters a color."

Not every observation leads to awareness, but a special kind does.

In the strange, self-referential loop of a conscious mind, new sense data collides with represented sense data.

It is in this specific feedback, this creative collision, that the infinite flux of light collapses into a singular, subjective quale: the experience of red.

We are not merely receivers of information, but authors of its most profound meaning.

Consciousness is not a mirror reflecting the world, but a filter that gives it a name, and in doing so, gives birth to the self.