Do not ask whether God exists. Ask whether you are willing to love without question and guarantee. The answer to that question will decide everything in your life Dostoevsky taught me that in The Brothers Karamazov, perhaps the second most important book ever put to press. He finished it in November 1880.

Everyone knows the story of Washington, Jefferson, Adam’s, and other prominent founding fathers, but the American revolution did not begin with them. It began with one man, one pen, and no name. Just a pamphlet, 47 pages in total. A pamphlet, that by 1776 had out sold the Bible. His name was Thomas Paine. He was not born of greatness nor by title or protected by power, he was a poor immigrant, a failed corset maker, a man who had already lost more than he’d won, and yet he carried within him a vision so clear it terrified empires

I don’t how, or why, all I know is, this story turned me into the man I am today. I usually fall in love with the book, but this time, it was the movie. I was 8 years old, it was Christmas, my parents thought it was the right time to introduce me to Russian tragedy. My parents thought I would just fall asleep, within minutes I was laying on the floor in front of the tv. My dad said it was because of my intellect and curiosity, my mom said it was because I had fallen in love. My mom was right, as usual

The World Order:

And in it, your history lesson on political philosophy. I won’t bother you with all the Greeks, all Romans, Cryus, or the Holy Roman Empire. We will skip past the reformation and the enlightenment too. This is how the world works, a history lesson for you. The Greeks said, when a rising power starts leaning into the lane of an established power, the road gets mucky, and miscalculation becomes a weapon all by itself. That’s the Thucydides Trap, thank the Greeks , the pattern people point to when they talk about a rising challenger and a reigning king, and how for 2000yrs, it’s been proven correct

Nathan Hale, a young American spy caught by the British in a New York City tavern while gathering intel for General Washington’s army. The young Hale stood at the gallows, a noose around his neck. He spoke his last words with the strength that belied his situation, “My only regret is that I have but one life to lose for my country”

A road collapsed of the brokenhearted
A faded symphony never started
An empty pew on the blinding day
Of reclamation gone away Hollowed benches lost not charted
Castles burned by sands departed
Ravens dancing on fears of pain
Watchmen looking going insane