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Continue reading →: Where Silence BeginsIn Lincoln Park, the Buddha heads rise quietly from the earth—half-buried, half-awake. They do not demand attention; they invite reflection. For those of us new to this city, they are not relics of the familiar but silent companions, reminding us that belonging begins not with noise but with stillness.
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Continue reading →: El sendero y las huellasSomos tanto el camino que elegimos como las consecuencias que sembramos.
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Continue reading →: Do Humans Dream of Simulated Realities?I find myself in a world devastated by silence. I am the last living being on the planet. Around me lie ruins, deserted streets, and a sky painted in crimson hues with black clouds. Humanity has vanished—and I don’t know how I got here. I walk along an old cobblestone…
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Continue reading →: Traces in the Snow: Reflections on Time and MemoryWalking along the edge of a frozen beach, I reached the point of no return. At 8 degrees Fahrenheit, shivering from the cold, I watched as chunks of ice danced with the rhythm of the waves at 10:30 in the morning. I stopped before the path leading to the Montrose…
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Continue reading →: Anger and the Fire WithinExplore how the fire of anger can become a source of strength, clarity, and renewal. A powerful meditation on turning intense emotions into personal transformation.
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Continue reading →: Faith Without a NameIn the midst of all the noise, I paused—not out of defeat,but revelation. It wasn’t that I lost control;I simply let goof the illusion I ever had it. Now, I walk slowly,my soul’s eyes wider than my body’s. There are moments you don’t understand—you feel them.And this is one of…
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Continue reading →: El que gira la manivelaNadie me creyó cuando dije que los niños dentro del organillo no lloraban: cantaban.
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Continue reading →: Capturas de pantalla falsas: ¿Diversión o riesgo?Una imagen manipulada puede ser tan peligrosa como una mentira bien contada






