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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. 

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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.

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Heroic Myth

That shadow knows something the man in the daylight might not: heroism isn't a state of being, it's a story we cast. Our minds, much like this clever lighting, have a knack for projecting myth onto the mundane. 

One minute you're in jeans and a cap, the next you're a knight of legend, all thanks to the tales we tell ourselves and each other. It begs the question: are heroes born, or simply well-shadowed individuals in need of a good narrative?

Consider history's highlight reel. Many figures we’ve lauded as heroes weren't inherently more "heroic" at their core than the rest of us. Instead, their actions became the raw material for a compelling myth, a story that resonated and was retold, polished, and amplified.

 The label, much like that dramatic silhouette, is a construct of perspective. The same actions viewed through a different narrative lens might just reveal a very different kind of shadow.

So next time you see someone hailed as a hero, take a closer look at the light source. What story is being illuminated? What myth is taking shape? Perhaps the true art of heroism lies not in the deed itself, but in the enduring power of the narrative it inspires. It’s a reminder that every life, every action, has the potential to cast a long and legendary shadow, depending on who's holding the lamp.

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