The world moves like a slow, grinding wheel, indifferent to wreckage, to blood on the pavement, to the things that break and bend and do not quite fit back the same. There’s no poetry in it, no grand metaphor—just a car, a man, and the unfortunate physics of collision. One moment, motion, then a deafening halt, then the body remembering it is fragile. A shoulder out of place, a knee twisted wrong. A delay, a detour, a forced reckoning with the weight of time.

I haven’t been online. Not because I’ve forgotten, not because there’s nothing to say, but because priorities shift when the body demands its due. There are bones to mend, tasks left undone, a viva approaching like a slow-moving beast that doesn’t care for excuses. Another doctorate to submit, deadlines whispering threats. The world doesn’t wait. The work piles up, indifferent.

I owe people words, responses, thoughts—but right now, catching up is the only rhythm I can keep. Social media is a distant hum beneath the more pressing matters of function and obligation. I’ll be back soon. The words will come. But for now, I dig myself out of this delay, limb by limb, day by day.

The body has its own clock, indifferent to impatience. It heals in increments, in the quiet labor of tissue knitting itself back together, in the stiffness that gives way to movement, in the ache that no longer dictates the day. The knee steadies, the shoulder holds, and what was once a slow, careful crawl forward is now something closer to a stride. The worst of it is over. What remains is endurance.

But time lost is never just lost—it accumulates elsewhere, in the work left waiting, in the obligations that didn’t vanish just because I couldn’t meet them. There is no clean return, no simple catching up, only the slow and steady reclaiming of ground. The weight of it is there, but so is the motion. One thing at a time, until everything that was set aside is pulled back into place.

It won’t be long now. The work gets done, the days unfold, and soon enough, I’ll be back.

CSW
Feb 12, 2025
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https://t.me/CSW_Slack/6794

Every person, at their core, is a universe unto themselves—an intricate, complex network of thoughts, emotions, and experiences that no one else can fully comprehend. We live in a world where we interact daily with others, yet the true depths of each person's mind remain hidden, veiled by the limits of language and expression. We catch glimpses, fragments of understanding, but these are mere shadows of the full reality within another person’s mind.

Craig S Wright
martes a las 08:42
This is the truth that many seek to reject. The idea that we are fundamentally alone in our inner worlds is unsettling to some. It’s far easier to believe that we can truly know others, that we can reach into their minds and hearts and understand them as fully as we understand ourselves. But this is an illusion. We can never fully grasp another’s thoughts, their true motivations, their deepest fears. We can only ever interpret, through the lens of our own experiences, what we believe to be true about them.

08:43
And so, many turn to a different kind of truth—a constructed truth that provides a sense of control, of power over others. Some seek to dominate, to impose their will, believing that by doing so, they can transcend the isolation of their own minds. They believe that by gaining power over others, they can somehow secure a sense of connection, of certainty, in an uncertain world.

08:43
But this, too, is an illusion. Power over others is fleeting, a temporary salve for the fear of isolation. It creates the appearance of control, but it does not bridge the gap between one mind and another. It does not bring true understanding, nor does it provide lasting fulfillment. Instead, it often deepens the very loneliness it seeks to escape, as those who wield power find themselves increasingly disconnected from those they seek to control.
08:43
The reality, the truth that must be accepted, is that the only mind we can truly know is our own. And even that is a daunting task. To truly know oneself requires immense courage—to face our fears, our desires, our flaws, without the comforting illusions we use to protect ourselves from discomfort. It means accepting that we are complex, often contradictory beings, driven by forces we may not fully understand.
08:43
To gain power over oneself, then, is the highest aspiration. It is the only path that leads to genuine fulfillment and peace. It is a power not over others, but over the impulses and fears within us. It is the ability to recognize our limitations, our biases, and our desires, and to act with integrity despite them. It is the strength to accept that we can never fully know another person, and to find peace in that acceptance.

08:44
When we focus on mastering ourselves, we begin to see others not as extensions of our own desires or fears, but as individuals with their own complex inner worlds. We learn to respect their autonomy, to accept that their thoughts and motivations are their own, unknowable but valid. In doing so, we move closer to true connection, based not on illusion, but on mutual respect and understanding.

08:44
True power lies not in domination, but in self-mastery. It lies in the courage to face oneself honestly, to accept the limits of our understanding, and to find peace in the knowledge that while we can never fully know another, we can always strive to know and better ourselves. This is the path to true fulfillment—the realization that power over others is an illusion, and that the only power worth pursuing is the power to understand and master our own minds.

CSW
Sept. 3, 2024
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https://t.me/CSW_Slack/6647

Based on the escalating tension in the Sth China sea...

To music by cold chisel...

Sing to the music of "Cheap Wine" by Cold Chisel:

Cheap Line (China Sea Blues)

Once we sailed the China Sea,
Just the waves and the breeze,
Now it’s all a big dispute,
Everyone claims the loot.

Ships are patrolling night and day,
Each side has something to say,
Drawing lines in the sand,
Trying to claim more land.

Cheap line and territory,
Making claims ain't free,
Cheap line and disputes anew,
China Sea, what can we do?**

Fishing boats and warships too,
Every day there's something new,
Tensions rise, talks fall through,
Each side wants their view.

Island chains and coral reefs,
Now they’re causing so much grief,
Maps are drawn and redrawn again,
It’s a game with no end.

Cheap line and territory,
Making claims ain't free,
Cheap line and disputes anew,
China Sea, what can we do?

Leaders meet and then they part,
Still the battles start,
For the rights to the sea,
Who knows where this will be?

They say it’s for the future’s sake,
But the world’s at stake,
Sharing waters should be the way,
So we all can sail another day.

Cheap line and territory,
Making claims ain't free,
Cheap line and disputes anew,
China Sea, what can we do?

Cheap line and territory,
Making claims ain't free,
Cheap line and disputes anew,
China Sea, what can we do?

CSW
Jun 19, 2024
https://metanet-icu.slack.com/archives/C5131HKFX/p1718807532784699?thread_ts=1718807532.784699&cid=C5131HKFX