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A Step Above: A Father's Day Special

June 04, 2018 Far apart from the crowds, the meaningless chatter, the gossip of the world, sits my role model. But that's not to say he's detached from the world; usually, he's at the center of it. But his presence itself is a whole new world; away from the societal constructs of everyday life, where base, primal tendencies give way to the distinction between heart, body, and mind, where the mind rules everything.  His behavior betrays nothing; his face, even less. To the world he seems unapproachable, cold. One might even go so far as to say his heart is made of stone. It isn't. It may not be easy speaking of emotions in front of him. I know it is the case for me. But moving past those difficulties reveals a person who gives advice the way no one does. Where the world says, "Dumb yourself down," he says, "Rise above." Where the world forces you to conform, he tells you to conform one facet of you - the body, the behavior, not the mind. Never the min...

Approaching the Prime Minister

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I implore you, if the message in this video is one you find worth sharing, please share it in all the ways that you can, and encourage your receivers to do the same. I am relying on social media to get this letter to the Prime Minister.

In A Dream

“I wonder if there’s life somewhere else. “Maybe it’s not as evolved, but it will be. “There will be the first smart people, and they’ll have to fight. “If you ever need to hasten to my side, by all means do so. “I will always fight for you.” Somewhere between space documentaries, the Divergent series, and my own feelings about school, I had a dream with these words in it. A few days turned into a few years, and I forgot about it. I don’t know the context of the dream. I don’t know if these words were being said to me, or if I was saying these words to someone else (even if I was just musing). I don’t remember any imagery associated with this dream. And one day, unbidden, these words replayed in my head years after I had the dream. This had to have been three or four years ago. The words had made a mark, so I decided to pen them down lest I forget them again. I wrote the words as I remembered them, taking support from the memory that seemed to be surfacing as if breaking the surface of...