Instead, smoke and dust wove a new history— one of obscured horizons and unrelenting heat, of streets where the wind carried not the scent of pine but the acrid breath of engines. Perhaps, if the words were spoken again, their truth would be sharpened by irony: “A thousand years a city, and a thousand years a wasteland.”
But here’s where it gets spicy. Sexuality—oh yes, we’re going there—is front and center in Hindu philosophy. Unlike some other traditions that prefer to sweep it under the rug, the Puranas dive right in. They don’t just give us archetypes like Shiva and Durga; they also explore the, shall we say, *human* side of things. Case in point: Mohini, Vishnu’s female avatar. She’s the ultimate femme fatale, seducing Shiva to keep him from meddling in Vishnu’s plan. It’s like a cosmic rom-com, but with higher stakes—immortality, anyone?
The death of Muhsin Hendricks, known as the world’s first openly gay imam, may offer some insights into the persecution of women, historically as also today. He was shot dead in South Africa. He led a mosque for marginalized Muslims and, despite threats to his life, once said, “the need to be authentic was greater than the fear to die.”
Our imagination thrives because it coexists with replicated realities. Without competing alternatives, where only a single pure original exists, there would be no ambiguity—and thus no need for artistic exploration or resolution.
In a world that feels 1984, Mar-a-Lago schemes behind a gold door. A Capitol stormed on a fateful day, With flags and chants in disarray. Now rockets gleam for a Martian tour. Tesla stands poised for an EV fight, While tariffs on China dim import light. “God bless us all,” the speeches proclaim, But power and greed play the ultimate game— Theocracy cloaks a totalitarian might
“You have brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes,” You can steer yourself any direction you choose!” With the magic of AI, all these wonders and more, A fantastical journey, right there at your door!
Imagine if Allen Ginsberg and Copilot had a baby?! "My roads, once fabled, paved in gold, Legends of lives given for the Brooklyn, the Erie, the Hoover. Their sacrifices, a gift to ease our journey, These bridges, standing tall, a testament to unity."
The people who work close to the land may be viewed only for their simplicity or hardship, but a closer look reveals the authenticity of their expressions. Their sense of community and personal bonds are often enviable. Most importantly, as these individuals live off the land, they shape it, becoming the faces that define a place on the map. When large corporations encroach, they are often forced to leave in search of work in larger cities. This disrupts both their ecosystem and the land’s, posing a major threat to the identity of the place and eradicating local culture and stories.
Global context of 4B. Sporadic events—geographically disparate but thematically aligned—point to a shift in paradigm. We peer into the shadows we once ignored, lifting veils that concealed uncomfortable truths. Perhaps this new awareness will cleanse our collective soul, leaving us changed, vigilant, and ready for the battles ahead.
Just 4 letters can make or break. Words are like spells. They make or break. 4 letters to spell “love”, only 4 to spell the ‘f’ word - not what you’re thinking… “fear”. All expressions stem from these two emotions, that take only 4 letters to spell.
