A Deeper Bell

Evil borrows the face of heaven, 

And waits for us to kneel; 

It speaks with all the grace of angels, 

And blesses wounds it will not heal. 

The guilty cast their sins on others, 

And wash their hands in borrowed shame; 

They stand as judges of the innocent, 

And make the wounded bear the blame. 

Cruelty speaks in reason’s name, 

And calls its cold dominion just; 

It clothes its violence in virtue, 

And grinds compassion into dust. 

Remember: when the lies grow loud, 

When darkness crowns itself as light, 

Truth need not borrow falsehood’s thunder, 

Nor meet its fury with more might. 

For truth has depths no lie can fathom, 

A voice no clamour can dispel; 

And when the world grows deaf to reason, 

It must become a deeper bell.

Instructions for Being Here

You have been selected 
for temporary assignment 
to a rotating rock. 

First, forget everything. 

Because remembering 
would ruin the surprise. 

You will receive a body 
made of water, 
salt, 
and old stars. 

It will be impressive at first. 

Hands. 
Eyelashes. 

Later you will discover 
the lower back. 

We apologise in advance. 

You will also be given 
a brain. 

The brain is useful 
for solving problems 
and creating additional problems 
when none are available. 

It may wake you at 3:17 a.m. 
to remind you of something embarrassing 
you said in 2009. 

Do not engage. 

This is spam. 

Upon arrival 
you will experience 
a sensation called being someone. 

This is temporary. 

You will also be assigned a name. 

Answer to it. 

But wear it loosely. 

People will use it 
to call you across rooms, 
to blame you, 
to love you, 
to write it on envelopes 
containing both good news 
and invoices. 

But remember: 

you were alive 
before anyone called you 
anything. 

None of this is your true name. 

Your true name cannot be carried 
by words. 

There will be moments 
when the world feels 
too solid. 

When stone is only stone. 

When the sky is only weather. 

When another person 
seems impossibly far away. 

This is part of the forgetting. 

Be patient. 

The veil is thinner 
than it appears. 

Nothing is still. 

The mountains are moving. 

The oceans are moving. 

The cells in your body 
are replacing themselves 
while you insist 
you are the same person 
you were yesterday. 

You might fall in love. 

This is when one human 
becomes unusually interested 
in another human’s 
sleeping noises, 
minor opinions, 
and preferred method 
of loading a dishwasher. 

It is considered sacred. 

Do not mock it. 

Actually, mock it a little. 

Sacred things survive jokes. 

Say I love you 
before the moment becomes cinematic. 

Most important moments 
are poorly lit. 

Do not wait. 

You will sometimes feel 
an ache 
with no object. 

Do not hurry 
to cure it. 

It is the memory 
of belonging 
to something 
without edges. 

You will search for this belonging 
in lovers, 
in houses, 
in cities, 
in gods, 
in the face 
you see in the mirror. 

Search. 

The searching is sacred too. 

You may spend years 
trying to find yourself. 

This is considered 
an honourable activity. 

Eventually you will discover 
that the searcher 
was the thing being searched for. 

Do not announce this over dinner. 

People are trying 
to eat. 

But know this: 

what you seek 
is not elsewhere. 

It is the quiet 
beneath your seeking. 

There will be ordinary days. 

Many of them. 

Do not underestimate these. 

A cup on a table. 

Sunlight on the floor. 

Someone calling your name 
from another room. 

Fresh bread 
while it is still warm. 

Strawberries. 

An afternoon 
with nowhere important to be. 

These are not interruptions 
to the sacred. 

They are the sacred 
wearing work clothes. 

Pay attention. 

You will be tempted 
to seek revelation 
only in mountains, 
temples, 
visions, 
and stars. 

But the infinite 
has hidden itself everywhere. 

In dishwater. 

In breath. 

In tired hands. 

In laughter 
arriving at exactly 
the wrong moment. 

In the sound 
someone makes 
when they are trying 
not to cry. 

When possible, 
sit beside someone 
who is sad 
without trying to improve them. 

Bring snacks. 

Snacks are one of the few technologies 
Earth has nearly perfected. 

You will be expected 
to know what you are doing. 

This is perhaps 
Earth’s greatest misunderstanding. 

Nobody knows. 

You will make mistakes. 

Some will wound others. 

Some will wound you. 

Repair what you can. 

Ask forgiveness. 

Begin again. 

The divine has never required 
your perfection. 

Only your presence. 

You will lose people. 

Nothing we say here 
will make that easy. 

When someone you love 
leaves their body, 
you may feel 
the whole world 
has made a terrible mistake. 

Let yourself feel this. 

Grief is love 
learning a new shape. 

Speak to the dead 
if you need to. 

Love does not become foolish 
because a body is absent. 

There will be moments 
when you remember who you are. 

Perhaps while holding 
a sleeping child. 

Perhaps while swimming 
alone at dusk. 

Perhaps when music 
enters you so completely 
there is no one left 
to listen. 

Perhaps standing alone 
in a kitchen 
while rain moves 
against the dark glass. 

For one impossible second 
you may forget 
to be separate 
from anything. 

In those moments 
do not reach for explanation. 

Explanation is smaller 
than experience. 

Just stay. 

Try strawberries. 

Swim naked at least once 
if local laws 
and water temperature permit. 

Waste afternoons. 

Stand in the rain. 

Taste peaches. 

Laugh until 
you briefly forget 
the shape of your own life. 

You came here 
to become intimate 
with the temporary. 

To love what disappears. 

To touch what cannot stay. 

To say yes 
to a world 
already leaving. 

For several decades 
you will carry a universe 
inside a skeleton 
and complain about parking. 

It will be magnificent. 

And when your time comes 
to return, 
the body may resist 
the door it was born 
to pass through. 

Be tender with it. 

It carried you 
all this way. 

Before departure 
you will be asked 
to return all borrowed materials: 

your bones, 
your language, 
the face you believed was yours, 
the body 
you called your own. 

Do not worry. 

Nothing truly belonging to you 
can be confiscated. 

You may keep 
the astonishment. 

Before you leave, 
look once more 
at the world. 

At the astonishing arrangement 
of light and matter. 

At the hands 
you called yours. 

At the faces 
that taught you 
how to break 
and how to open. 

At the ordinary room 
where something extraordinary 
once happened 
and nobody noticed. 

At the sky 
you stopped looking at 
because it was always there. 

At the people 
you loved badly, 
beautifully, 
briefly, 
for as long as you knew how. 

Before you leave, 
a figure with no face 
may ask: 

Did you understand 
what any of it meant? 

The recommended answer is: 

Not remotely. 

But I laughed. 

I was embarrassed. 

I stood in the rain. 

I tasted peaches. 

I ate bread 
while it was still warm. 

I wasted afternoons. 

I loved. 

I lost. 

I began again. 

For a little while 
I was a window 
the universe looked through. 

Then the figure may ask: 

Did you remember 
why you came? 

Tell the truth. 

Say: 

No. 

But once, 
standing alone in a kitchen 
while rain moved 
against the dark glass, 

I forgot to be separate 
from anything. 

That seemed important. 

At the final gate 
you may be asked 
what you brought back. 

Do not say trophies. 

Say: 

I was here. 

I paid attention 
sometimes. 

I loved 
as much as I knew how. 

There is no correct answer. 

There was only ever 
the experience 
of answering. 

Then step forward. 

The figure will stamp 
your papers. 

The door will open. 

And perhaps, finally, 
you will remember: 

you were never sent away. 

You were never outside. 

You were never separate 
from the thing 
you spent your whole life 
trying to return to. 

You only entered time 
for a little while 

so eternity 
could know 
what it felt like 
to be here.

Through the Cracks of the World

The main argument against the existence of God is not intellectual, but visceral: the cruelty of the world. The sheer, apparently unjustifiable weight of suffering. The innocent broken, the beautiful destroyed, the good extinguished while the cruel prosper.

Enough grief can make the universe appear indifferent. Enough injustice can make the idea of a benevolent creator seem almost obscene. Many people have looked at what has happened to them, or to those they love, and thought: Nothing good would have created this.

And I think there is something sickening in trying to explain suffering away. To call every horror a lesson, every loss part of some hidden plan, can become another kind of cruelty. Some things should be mourned before they are interpreted. Some things may never be justified from where we stand.

And yet I cannot bring myself to believe that this is the whole story.

Because something strange happens within existence: things become. Matter gathers into life. Life becomes consciousness. Consciousness becomes love, imagination, music, sacrifice—and the strange capacity to care about suffering that is not our own. The universe does not merely persist; somehow, it unfolds.

Perhaps we make a mistake when we imagine each life as an entirely separate thing—a solitary flame appearing for a moment and then disappearing into darkness. Perhaps everything participates in something immeasurably larger than itself, connected in ways our individual minds can barely glimpse. Perhaps what seems final from within one life is not final from the perspective of the whole.

And perhaps—only perhaps—within whatever ultimate reality there is, suffering may seem different from how it does to us now. Not unreal. Not meaningless. Not something to be dismissed. But not the final measure of existence either.

There is another mystery. The horror of suffering seems itself to point beyond suffering. Why does cruelty repulse us? Why does injustice awaken something so fierce within? The pain of another being can cross the invisible boundary between their life and ours and become, somehow, our concern. Their wound enters our imagination. Their grief alters us.

Compassion is born there.

The existence of suffering can harden a person, but it can also break open the walls of the self. It can make us gentler. It can awaken courage. The sight of malevolence can become the reason we refuse to be malevolent. The existence of injustice can summon actions that heal and make the world better. Darkness can be transformed, strangely enough, into the light.

None of this makes suffering good. A wound does not become beautiful simply because something beautiful may one day grow around it.

But beauty does grow there.

Again and again, in the ruins of things, people love one another. Someone stays beside the dying. Someone forgives what seemed unforgivable. Someone protects a stranger. Someone creates music in a devastated city. Someone plants a tree whose shade they will never sit beneath.

And sometimes, rising through all the brutality of existence, there appears a beauty so strange, so gratuitous, so far beyond what mere survival seems to require, that it feels almost like a revelation—as though something were shining through the cracks of the world.

Perhaps the deepest mystery is not that there is darkness.

Perhaps it is that, within the darkness, anything reaches towards the light at all.

A Candle Before the Sun

We are creatures of a narrow band of perception: a thin strip of light, a brief pulse of sound, a fleeting present tense. Beyond these limits lie immensities—structures and dimensions we cannot see, forces we cannot feel, perhaps even forms of order we cannot imagine. To claim that our minds, evolved to read faces and gather fruit, can chart the whole of existence is to mistake the flicker of a candle for the sun.

To know that our knowing is partial is to step back from the arrogance of being “right”. It allows us to recognise that truth may not fit within our categories, that reality may spill beyond the grammar of thought. What we call knowledge might be no more than a set of translations—useful, elegant, but never complete.

There may be higher orders of reality folded invisibly into the one we inhabit, as impossible for us to perceive as colour is to a creature born without eyes. We cannot grasp them, but we can sense the outline of our own blindness. In that awareness lies a kind of reverence.

Perhaps, then, not-knowing is not a failure but a discipline. It teaches us to meet the world without reducing it, to dwell with mystery without trying to own it. To live properly may mean precisely this: to stand before the enormity of what is, not with certainty, but with wonder—letting the unknown be vast, and letting ourselves remain small within it.

On Education

Grading systems are markers along the road—necessary to measure progress, to give shape and accountability to structured learning. Yet they are not the destination. To mistake the grade for the goal is to confuse the map with the journey.

The deeper purpose of learning is not the accumulation of marks, but the cultivation of an enquiring mind. True education ignites curiosity, a hunger to explore, to question, to discover. It is about seeing the world as a source of wonder: finding joy in the rhythm of poetry, the patterns of mathematics, the power of stories, the elegance of physical laws. It is about recognising the profound connections between art and science, between philosophy and lived experience.

To learn is to enter into a lifelong dialogue with culture and creativity. It is to contribute, however modestly, to the shared human endeavour—whether through the making of art, the pursuit of truth, the solving of problems, or the deepening of compassion. The finest learning is not merely about what is known, but about who one becomes through the knowing.

The test worth living for is not the one written in examination halls, but the one written in how we think, create, and contribute to the unfolding story of knowledge.

Random Thoughts

Human life is woven from paradox. A good leader is a good servant, placing the welfare of the group above personal ambition. Strength is found not in armoured perfection but in vulnerability; those who admit weakness draw trust and loyalty closer. Freedom, far from being the absence of limits, is born through discipline, for it is structure and restraint that open the widest fields of creativity and choice.

Authority arises not from pride but humility; those who do not demand respect are the ones who receive it most freely. Stability, contrary to instinct, is secured through change, for organisations that adapt endure, while those that resist are broken. Hardness, though it seems strong, is brittle and easily shattered; it is the supple, the flexible, that endures the weight of time and trial. The highest wisdom lies in recognising one’s ignorance, for only through such admission can true understanding begin.

In the paradox of the self, one realises that selflessness is the path to self-discovery: in serving others, one discovers one’s own depths. And finally, power is not in ceaseless action but in restraint—the capacity to act yet choosing to hold back, a mastery more profound than compulsion.

Light is the gathering of all colours into one. Silence is the chorus of every sound before it is born. Emptiness is the womb that carries every thing. To look at light is to see what has not yet been divided; to listen to silence is to hear what has not yet been spoken; to stand within emptiness is to feel the potential of all that will be.

The flow of time wears down stone and memory, leaving only the river, carrying all within it.

If the past is pressed into us, we become more fossil than flesh. New moments layer on top, distorting what lies beneath.

The mind, impatient for certainty, crowns its own echoes with the authority of fact.

I joined a mindfulness class but kept forgetting to be present.

I met a cow in a field who fixed me with her gaze, so I sang to her. Her ears pricked, her whole stance attentive. When I said my goodbyes and walked away, I turned back—she was still staring, as though weighing me up: “Not bad for a two-legged calf.”

I was going to tell a joke about recursion, but you’ve heard it before.

My younger brain was quicker at things like maths and memorising, but it was also much stupider, lacking the benefit of countless iteration loops.

Random Thoughts

I’m a night owl, an early bird, and a ghost haunting the hours in between.

My dark night of the soul has been lodging with me for years now. To be fair, it does the washing up sometimes, but it really ought to start looking for somewhere else.

Consciousness is the relation between inner and outer, observer and observed. It’s not just the result of matter interacting; it is the loop where the distinction between subject and object folds in on itself.

Meaning arises because the universe, through us, temporarily has a mirror. That mirror gives rise to art, ethics, despair, beauty, absurdity—all the phenomena that define human experience.

The fact that we seek meaning—and can construct it—suggests our role is not passive. We’re feedback. And perhaps, just perhaps, that feedback is what allows reality to mean at all.

What We Choose

Every mark you make, word you speak, or choice you act upon is a vote for the kind of world that will exist tomorrow. Culture, politics, ecosystems, economies—these are not fixed structures. They are the accumulation of our daily decisions.

You are the mechanism. A sculptor shapes stone; a society is shaped by millions of tiny gestures—how we treat strangers, where we place our attention, what we choose to support, what beauty we cherish.

If you choose cynicism, you strengthen it. If you choose generosity, you plant it like seed.

Despair whispers that you are powerless. But that’s a lie peddled by those who profit from your apathy. In truth, everything depends on your attention—what you notice, what you nurture, what you refuse to let die.

You don’t need to change the whole world. Just stop feeding the version you don’t believe in. That alone is the beginning of something else.

And if enough of us do that—then the world shifts. Not all at once. But unmistakably.

Small Choices

Every time you reach for your phone when you’re bored, you’re rehearsing distraction. Every time you choose silence over honesty, you’re reinforcing fear over connection.

These aren’t grand decisions. They’re micro-choices—so small they slip beneath your notice. Yet together, they shape your character, your body, your relationships, your work.

The danger is that habits hide. They blend into the wallpaper of your day. You don’t decide to become impatient, or lethargic, or unfulfilled—you drift. Day after day, letting unconscious routines steer the ship.

But the opposite is also true. You can interrupt that drift. The smallest deliberate act—standing up instead of scrolling, a breath instead of a reaction, one honest sentence instead of silence—can be a microscopic course correction.

And over time, those course corrections become your compass, helping you to find your way.

10,000 Attempts

Mastery is not about the number of hours spent, but the number of meaningful repetitions performed. The key to improvement is not simply the passage of time but the number of times we actively engage with the process, refine our techniques, and correct our mistakes. A musician who plays 10,000 times with focus and adaptation will progress much faster than one who simply clocks in hours of mindless practice. Likewise, a writer who drafts 10,000 paragraphs, refining them with each attempt, will develop their craft far more effectively than someone who spends 10,000 hours mostly staring at blank pages.

Consider the difference between two aspiring painters. One spends 10,000 hours in a studio, occasionally picking up a brush, watching tutorials, or idly sketching. The other completes 10,000 paintings—each one an attempt, a refinement, an experiment. Who do we think will be better? The sheer number of attempts forces the second painter to confront mistakes, experiment with new techniques, and internalise lessons through direct experience.

A bad golf swing practised for 10,000 hours will only ingrain bad habits. But 10,000 focused swings, each slightly adjusted, each reviewed with feedback, will produce real progress. Mastery is not about passive endurance but active iteration—learning, failing, correcting, and repeating.

This is why elite performers in every field—from sports to business to the arts—improve through deliberate cycles of action and feedback, not sheer hours spent. It is not time alone that builds mastery but the number of meaningful engagements with the skill.

Don’t just put in the time. Put in the reps. Make 10,000 attempts. Iterate, refine, and repeat. Time will pass regardless—but skill is built in the doing.

A Technological Landscape

Wireless energy, once a theory, has enabled humanity to abandon traditional power grids; energy is beamed from orbiting solar satellites down to Earth. People no longer carry phones; they use implantable tech that provides real-time access to information, communication, and healthcare diagnostics. A simple thought can summon a holographic interface that hovers in mid-air, visible only to the user and vanishing when not in use.

With neural enhancements and immersive virtual reality, couples in long-distance or unconventional relationships can experience a simulated closeness that feels almost as tangible as physical proximity. Holographic communication and sensory interfaces allow people to maintain relationships across vast distances, even fostering bonds with individuals on other planets or space stations, where off-world colonies are emerging.

Learning a new skill, once a laborious process, has been simplified through neural downloads and AI-enhanced tutoring. As technology increasingly integrates with biology—through everything from memory augmentation to body modification—the question of what it means to be “human” has become complex. Some choose to enhance themselves with artificial intelligence implants, while others resist, favouring a life less mediated by technology.

Smart clothing, crafted from fabrics that can cool or insulate as needed, is the norm, replacing the seasonal wardrobe. Buildings, too, have grown adaptable, constructed from “living” materials that respond to temperature and humidity shifts.

With breakthroughs in longevity science, many people live to see several generations of their descendants. Despite advances in lifespan, humanity has not eluded death entirely, though medical technology has pushed its boundaries in remarkable ways.

“Companion bots” manage everyday tasks. With basic needs met by automation, society grapples with questions of purpose and fulfilment. Paid employment is rare, but most humans choose to work in ways that offer fulfilment rather than survival, aided by AI agents that analyse their strengths, interests, and personal needs. Wealth disparities persist, though the poverty once prevalent has been eradicated.

Reproduction has undergone profound changes, enabled by biotechnology. Biological conception is still common, but many couples choose “genetic optimisation,” where embryos are screened for diseases and enhanced for health traits, resilience, or even intelligence. This practice has led to ethical debates over eugenics and the potential homogenisation of the human genome, though strict regulations aim to balance health benefits with the risks of genetic manipulation.

Some parents prefer to have children through advanced methods like in-vitro gametogenesis, where biological material from one or two individuals can be combined to create an embryo without traditional sexual reproduction. This opens up parenthood to single individuals, same-sex couples, or people who might otherwise face reproductive challenges. Companion bot surrogacy has also become more common, allowing people who don’t want to physically bear children to have biological offspring. This technology, while initially controversial, is now widely accepted, with stringent oversight to ensure ethical practices. Some see it as liberating, granting women freedom from the physical demands of pregnancy, while others feel it distances the experience of parenthood from its true, natural roots.

From a current perspective, it’s not unreasonable to view some of these likely developments as unappealing. However, the truly terrifying likely scenario follows, and certain countries in the world today may already be too late to stop some variation of this hell from happening.

In a darker vision, technological progress has been used to engineer an authoritarian nightmare. Surveillance is omnipresent, privacy is a relic of the past, and individual freedom is meticulously curtailed. Here, technology once celebrated for enhancing human potential has become a weapon of oppression, and humans live under constant, invisible scrutiny.

In this dystopian future, every aspect of life is monitored through an interconnected web of devices embedded in every home, public space, and within citizens themselves. Personal data is streamed directly to the system’s central command, an AI-driven supercomputer, which analyses each action, word, and even thought patterns, identifying dissent before it can manifest.

People wear mandatory “compliance implants” implanted at birth, which track physiological responses, monitor brain activity, and assess “loyalty metrics.” These devices make it nearly impossible to think subversively, as even private thoughts register as data points. Every movement, every moment of hesitation, is logged. Even friendships and romantic relationships are tracked, graded, and restricted based on loyalty scores. People may only interact with those whom the central command deems compatible, eliminating any risk of “unsanctioned alliances” that could foster resistance.

In public, holographic screens display reminders of the central command’s omnipotence, broadcasting a constant stream of propaganda that paints life under the regime as peaceful and prosperous. Every building is fitted with facial recognition systems that instantly cross-reference each individual’s identity, loyalty rating, and behavioural history, triggering alarms for anyone showing “deviant patterns” such as prolonged eye contact, lingering in groups, or quiet conversations.

To maintain absolute control, the “Great Leader” has dismantled traditional family structures, considering them breeding grounds for rebellion. Children are removed from their parents at birth, raised in state-run facilities known as “Harmoniums.” These cold, clinical institutions are devoid of love and attachment; they are designed to shape young minds for total obedience. Children are indoctrinated from infancy to view the Great Leader as their only guardian, and any memory of familial bonds is systematically erased.

Romantic relationships, too, are strictly regulated. People are paired through an algorithm that maximises compatibility for loyalty and productivity, with emotional connection considered an unnecessary risk. Conception and reproduction are tightly controlled, often occurring through artificial means, with genetic traits selected to eliminate any proclivity towards independent thinking. Couples live in designated housing blocks and are permitted only minimal interaction, making emotional bonds a rarity, if not outright illegal.

Economic life is dictated by the Great Leader’s concept of “the Duty”—a binding contract that requires every citizen to contribute a precise amount of labour each day to maintain social harmony. Citizens are allocated professions not based on personal aptitude or interest, but rather on loyalty metrics and behavioural compliance. Many work mindlessly in factories, churning out goods for the Great Leader, designed more for spectacle and control than practical function. The system tracks productivity in real time, rewarding only those who meet or exceed quotas with the most basic amenities.

There is no money; instead, citizens earn “compliance credits,” which can be exchanged for essentials like food and housing. Those who fall short, either through underperformance or subversive thought, lose credits, condemning them to a life of deprivation. Compliance credits can even be “banked” as bribes for additional privileges, making them the only way to secure a semblance of comfort. This ensures that everyone’s survival is directly linked to loyalty, creating an economy that thrives on fear and dependency.

Under the Great Leader’s rule, individuality has been systematically erased. Names have been replaced with identification codes, reducing people to numbers in the vast network overseen by the system. Fashion, once an expression of identity, has been standardised into a uniform that strips people of any distinguishing features. Creative expression is outlawed, with music, art, and literature considered dangerous forms of self-expression that could ignite independent thought.

Education, once a pathway to understanding and empowerment, has become a tool of indoctrination. Children learn only the Great Leader’s approved curriculum, which rewrites history, glorifies the regime, and vilifies any form of resistance. Ancient books are banned, with only selected fragments retained in a “curated archive,” where all references to freedom or self-determination have been expunged. Knowledge outside of this prescribed doctrine is punishable by imprisonment or disappearance, ensuring that even the concept of resistance is beyond comprehension for the average citizen.

To maintain the grip on society, reproduction is tightly controlled. Fertility is regulated through genetic manipulation, and only those deemed sufficiently loyal are permitted to have children, often through artificial selection methods that prioritise traits favouring obedience, compliance, and emotional suppression. Infants born without these “loyalty genes” are removed from society, suggesting they are either terminated or repurposed for hard labour.

In this society, there are no parents as traditionally understood. Children are produced in laboratories, with their genetic code “perfected” to match the ideal citizen. Relationships are stripped of intimacy and choice; even the concept of love is discouraged, relegated to relics of a bygone era. Those who dare express love or attachment face “re-education,” a euphemism for a brutal conditioning process that breaks the human spirit and ensures total subjugation.

Humanity’s brightest advances have become its darkest tools of repression. Technology, once meant to connect, empower, and enlighten, has instead shackled society in a nightmare where individuality, love, and freedom have all but vanished. People are stripped of humanity, their every breath and heartbeat monitored by the system.

Public monuments, vast portraits, and broadcasted speeches reinforce the idea that the Great Leader is a single, immortal figure, forever vigilant. The system broadcasts fabricated achievements and victories, glorifying him as the eternal protector. The system perpetuates the myth that the Great Leader possesses supernatural longevity, presenting him as a god-like figure, immune to time and death. But most tragically of all, nobody dares to speculate that the Great Leader died many years ago and was replaced by an AI agent of the system, trained on his behaviours.

What is Love?

Romantic love is often entangled with physical desire, where the intoxicating desire for the other is mistaken for something deeper. The powerful drivers that propel the body towards procreation create a heady cocktail of emotions, a pleasurable drug, which can induce a euphoric high, but can also lead to drunken obsession, jealousy, and inevitable disappointment when the initial jolts of passion fade away. Most relationships, at least in their early stages, operate largely at this level, driven by societal expectations of passion and the pursuit of an idealised romantic partner.

Over time, many of these relationships, if they last beyond other attractions, settle into patterns laid out by cultural expectations: marriage, children, and the daily grind required as members of society. Yet, amidst this routine, many couples never truly learn to love one another in the deeper, more meaningful sense. They follow the motions, adhering to prescribed roles, without truly seeing the other.

Romantic love is not about what someone can do for you or the physical pleasure they might provide. Love is the genuine concern for the other person’s well-being. It is the wanting to care for them, not because you expect something in return, but because their happiness, their health, and their emotions genuinely matter to you. In doing so, you are rescued from the ultimately unfulfilling confines of self-interest. When your partner is unwell or unhappy, love makes you want to be there for them, not out of obligation, but because you truly care. It’s a desire to offer support, to be their comfort, and to share in their burdens, transforming you from a shallow creature into a truly alive human being.

Love is about joy. It’s about celebrating life’s moments with the other person, enjoying their successes and happiness. The bond of connection and mutual understanding creates a love that transcends the physical and the temporary. Though, of course, if you love the person, you are more likely to find them attractive and electrified by the energy of their body next to yours. Loving the person makes it more likely you will experience deeper physical pleasures than if you are merely coveting surface appearances.

This leads to a question: who is more likely to experience true love—two twenty-year-olds, captivated by the beauty and sensations of each other’s bodies, or two eighty-year-olds, who see the beauty in each other’s wrinkles, who love each other not for their fading physical appearance but for the familiarity and comfort they have found in one another? The love between these two people is rooted in knowing each other intimately—their strengths, weaknesses, flaws, and virtues—and loving them for all of it.

Love is not about how one looks or how one makes the other feel in the heat of passion. It’s about being present for each other, appreciating the other, and finding comfort in their presence. It’s about love that lasts when the distractions of youth have long faded, leaving behind the enduring connection between two people who have chosen to know each other intimately.

It is the connection, the concern, the joy, and the familiarity that define love, a kind of love that so many seek but only a few truly find. True love, in its deepest sense, is a commitment to the other person’s happiness, a recognition of their beauty that transcends the physical, and an appreciation of the shared journey through life.

AI

Every aspect of a person could be sampled, scaled, and extrapolated by AI. Not just voice, features, movement, but also personality and way of thinking. In other words, there could be multiple automated versions of you interacting with the world and acting on your behalf.

AI would then start adapting these avatars as characters encountering generated digital scenarios, either as entertainment in a game, or for gathering data from the interactions and outcomes.

The philosophical questions posed in sci-fi are: What if the avatars were sentient? What if you are actually such an avatar experiencing a scenario? How do you know reality isn’t a single player game and everything you experience isn’t a computer simulation?

The answer is we don’t conceptually understand the nature of reality and maybe it would spoil the point if we did.

Easter

The earth,

once clad in winter's shroud,

now wears the Easter cloak of spring's rebirth.

From the darkness

light reclaims its throne,

and the rivers run with wine.

Error et descensus

One must remember:

Evil pretends to be the divine.

The wilfully guilty frame others for their sins.​

Cruelty cloaks itself as the guardian of reason.

Those with nothing to say hide behind a wall of words.

The ignorant deceive with feigned wisdom.

Hence, truth must resonate more intensely.