1-24-2026 Mankind is stumbling around like it is drunk, and it's time we sober up. The party was fun, but we are nearing a cliff. It is easy to forget why we should care, why we should refrain from overindulging in the wine of irrationality. It justifies our selfishness, excuses our laziness, lets us rest from the exhausting struggle to become wise. It feels good, if you can ignore the soft cries of your soul. The soul cannot hide from truth that hurts. It cannot hide, as we do, from shame. We must remember, that the weight of what we do does not disappear. Our lives are a hailstone dropped into the Pond of Being. We splash not in isolation, but in a hailstorm of Man. We press our soul's shape into the ripples that began before the first man. We drop into this froth of being, and try to enjoy the ride. We melt, eventually, but we do not vanish. We become the water. We catch others so that they do not shatter upon those who could not melt. Those who could not love. Those who are forever dead stone instead of living water. To live not just for yourself, but for others as well, is to walk Mankind's most ancient paths which led to strength. Love. Reason. Community. Love drives us to greatness, it inspires the art which is our soul made visible. It grants us the power to keep doing, until it's done. Reason is the light by which we find our way. It refines raw senses into trusted perception, protecting us from illusion. Community is the strength of a hand, compared to a hand's worth of single cells. I have the grip of a thousand men, if a thousand men grip with me. Cells in our body have been taught these essential lessons by nature and time. To ignore the lessons is to disintegrate. Honor the lessons. _____________________________________________ Beauty is much better somehow, when it is shared. _____________________________________________ You might think mankind is not worthy of love. You have endured much pain because of them, am I wrong? Zoom in on "them". In one of those pixels, is you.