For conscious minds navigating from deep within to shape what's next — one paradox at a time, once a month.
Take a sip and feel the rush. Sit still and don't move. Let the surge reverberate. Hear your heart pound and your veins expand. Drop the cup just to lift it again for another sip. For in your hand sits more than a cup of coffee.
We live in a rented space we call our own. We believe that ownership is our right. We stand firm on a ground soiled with lies needing to be right to own a rented space. The delusion carries on.
Change comes and goes like waves crashing on an oceanfront. When did the tide rise? How did it start? Does it ever finish?
We see it. We feel it. We synchronize to it. The raindrops soothe our rhythm and regulate our minds. In that moment, we transcend and simultaneously fade away.
On the edge of clarity sits destruction. For creation lives in the cracks, in the way out, in the space squeezed and teased out of clarity before its absolutes reign over. In that escape, we build. We grow. We create.
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Carlo Mahfouz