Compassion unborn danger them

 

Reason is afire it

 

Forging Forms

 When the form's forlorn,

And the norm's outworn,

Imagination ignites,

Dispelling all plights.

No matter its mass,

No chatter can pass.

From void it does veer,

With joy it holds dear.

A truth unforeseen,

A youth ever green.

The idea's ascent,

By deity's rent.

A thought is set free,

As naught else can be.

Return internal limits deep

 

The Great Divide: Are There Two Kinds of Men?

tl;dr: Men often embody two core archetypes: the strategic, adaptable Architect (think Hamilton, Pericles) who builds and designs systems, and the principled, unyielding Cornerstone (Crockett, Socrates) who stands on authentic truth. They profoundly misunderstand each other, fueling societal friction, but both are indispensable for progress and stability. Understanding this ancient divide is key to bridging modern gaps.

It students mistakes own

 

True freedom declines

 Two paths diverged in a wood, no less,

And I, well, I just said, "Oh, what a mess."

For choice, a tyrant, loudly cries its sway,

But true brave souls just turn and walk away.

The forks multiplied, a geometric dread,

Each promising worlds, half-formed in my head.

But courage, silent, saw the endless plight,

And claimed its peace by stepping from the light.