Thoughts that pass through the mind. A sudden flash, a way of seeing the world. A desire to share.
“Writing is my remedy
against the impermanence
of things.”
When the hum of the refrigerator reaches my ears, I know the day is over and that I have a few minutes to delve into the hidden recesses of my mind.
I find it increasingly difficult to read posts. A large proportion of them are written by AI and resemble one another, as much in style as in structure. I predict that, before long, those who delegate their writing entirely to AI will have to start writing again if they want to be read. I have always thought that a clumsy text with character is better than the reverse.
The war of opinions conceals a general lack of interest in the pursuit of truth, consensus and, ultimately, the common good.
Become attached to one another if you wish to love each other. Simply keep a carabiner, so that freedom remains the bond of your relationship.
When it appears, generosity comes into the world more naturally—it cannot be bought. Yet, little by little, we allow our capacity to give to wither away, for fear of losing in the exchange, underestimating the power of a gift and its beneficial effects.
The experience of fairness has the gentleness of a caress from the universe.
