Introduction: The Threshold of Epistemic Surrender

To cross this threshold is to abandon the posture of the academic, the historian, and the speculative theologian. It requires an act of radical epistemic surrender — a shift from reading about the Sacred Text to being read by it.

For centuries, scriptural interpretation (tafsir) has functioned as an accumulative, external discipline. The seeker was taught that to understand the Revelation, one must assemble an ever-expanding apparatus of external data: lexicographical roots, historical contexts of revelation, legal precedents, and the competing opinions of medieval authorities. These tools preserve the historical silhouette of the text. They operate entirely within the realm of objective distance. They treat the Quran as a static, historical object anchored in seventh-century Arabia — a text to be dissected, categorised, and intellectually mastered by an autonomous, detached subject.

Hudur — Divine Presence — shatters that distance. Revelation is not merely an event recorded in history. It is a continuous, real-time descent (tanzil) occurring in the immediate present whenever a heart opens to receive it. The Hermeneutics of Presence does not approach the Quran as a book to be analysed by the human intellect. It approaches the Quran as an active, living environment in which the human soul is exposed, rearranged, and illuminated.

Traditional hermeneutics asks: “What did this verse mean historically?” Legalistic hermeneutics asks: “What rule does this verse extract?” The Hermeneutics of Presence asks: “What is this verse enacting upon my consciousness in this very moment?”

This shift from representation to enactment is the cornerstone of an unmediated Quranic Irfan. The Primary Text does not merely convey information about the Unseen (al-Ghayb). It acts as the primary vehicle through which the Unseen breaks into the domain of human perception. To read with Hudur is to move from secondary reporting (khabar) to direct, existential taste (dhawq). Before the Quran can be understood as a law or a history, it must be experienced as an ontological confrontation between the Absolute and the temporal creature.

The Organ of Perception: Reclaiming the Qalb

The primary barrier to experiencing the Quran as a living presence is not intellectual ignorance. It is an organ error.

Modern educational and religious paradigms have trained us to approach text almost exclusively through the analytical, discursive, conceptual mind. We read to gather information, build arguments, or satisfy intellectual curiosity. The Quran identifies a different organ as the sole recipient of its transformative power: the Heart (al-Qalb).

“Verily in this is a reminder for whoever has a heart, or gives ear while he is present as a witness.” (50:37)

The Quranic Qalb is not the modern sentimental heart — the seat of irrational emotion. In Quranic psychology, it is the central organ of spiritual perception, intuition, and holistic integration. The subtle locus where the divine spark (al-Ruh) meets the physical container of human nature (al-Jasad). The discursive intellect can parse grammar, analyse structure, and categorise laws — but it remains confined to the realm of form (Surah). Only the Qalb perceives meaning (Ma'na), tastes essence (Dhat), and experiences the reality of Presence (Hudur).

When the heart is veiled by heedlessness, intellectual pride, or unexamined egoic attachments, the Sacred Text becomes opaque. The words remain visible on the page. The acoustic vibrations reach the eardrum. The intellect parses the syntax. No illumination occurs. The reader remains locked in the outer shell.

The Hermeneutics of Presence begins with the deliberate purification and orientation of the Qalb. It demands an internal state of stillness and vulnerability before engaging the word. The heart is not a static container. It is a highly sensitive instrument that constantly fluctuates between states of expansion (bast) and contraction (qabd), clarity and turbidity. To read with Hudur is to bring the heart into alignment with the acoustic and spiritual frequency of the Revelation — to fulfill the condition named in the verse: to give ear while present as a witness. The reader does not merely listen or scan. The reader becomes an active, existential witness to the descent of the Word into the vessel of their own immediate awareness.

The Triad of Realisation: Tilawah, Tafsir, and Tadabbur

Three distinct modes of scriptural engagement. Historically conflated or arranged in rigid hierarchies that marginalise the contemplative dimension. In the Hermeneutics of Presence, they form an integrated, non-linear triad — each a necessary phase in the interiorisation of the Word.

1. Tilawah: The Body of the Sound

Not merely the vocalisation of text. The physical incarnation of the Divine Word through human breath, cadence, and resonance. The Quran was revealed as an oral, acoustic phenomenon — a spoken discourse designed to enter the human nervous system through sound. The acoustic patterns of the Arabic — its lengthenings, pauses, reverberations, and rhythmic shifts — are not decorative. They are precise vibratory frequencies engineered to bypass the defensive mechanisms of the analytical ego and directly alter the state of the Qalb. Tilawah provides the physical anchor for Hudur, grounding spiritual presence in the body through rhythmic breath and vocalisation.

2. Tafsir: The Intellectual Frame

The necessary, foundational work of the discursive intellect. Linguistic boundaries, semantic roots, grammatical structures, historical context. Without rigorous grounding in the outward form provided by Tafsir, spiritual interpretation collapses into arbitrary fantasy or subjective projection. But within the Hermeneutics of Presence, Tafsir is a means, not an end. It builds the doorway. It does not constitute entering the room. Once the intellectual frame is established, Tafsir yields to a higher mode of perception.

3. Tadabbur: The Spiritual Penetration

The ultimate engine of the Hermeneutics of Presence. The deliberate, deep, sustained immersion of the purified heart into the internal depths of the verse. Where Tafsir stops at the external meaning of the words, Tadabbur asks what those words reveal about the eternal nature of God, the hidden mechanics of the soul, and the immediate state of the reader. Active, contemplative wrestling — the verse critiques, dismantles, and rebuilds the reader's self-concept. Tadabbur transforms textual knowledge into existential realisation (Tahqiq).

The Four Pillars of the Present Hermeneutic

Pillar 1: Personal Address (Al-Khitab al-Mubashir)

Every statement, command, warning, and glad tiding in the Quran is addressed directly and personally to the reader in the present moment. When the text says, “O you who believe,” it addresses the living spark of faith within your heart right now. When it describes the hypocrites, it commands you to inspect the subtle insincerities, dualities, and hidden compromises within your own psyche — not to point fingers at historical enemies or contemporary opponents. The Quran is a private letter from the Eternal to the individual soul. To read it as a general public document or a dead historical archive is to miss its primary intent.

Pillar 2: The Dissolution of Time (Fana' al-Zaman)

In the state of Hudur, the artificial boundaries of linear time dissolve. The narratives of the prophets, the cosmic descriptions of the Day of Judgment, the creation of Adam — these are not events strung along a chronological timeline. They are simultaneous realities existing within the timeless space of the Divine Consciousness, rendered accessible to the human soul through Revelation. The Day of Judgment is not merely a distant future event; it is an active spiritual reality unfolding within your consciousness whenever the Light of Truth exposes the hidden motives of your ego. Paradise and Fire are not merely future geographical destinations; they are immediate states of proximity and distance, peace and burning remorse, accessible to the heart in the here and now.

Pillar 3: Radical Receptivity (Al-Insaat)

“And when the Quran is recited, listen to it and keep silent, so that you may receive mercy” (7:204). The silence commanded here is not the cessation of physical speech. It is the silence of the internal dialogue. Most readers approach scripture with a noisy mind — pre-existing theological biases, political agendas, personal anxieties, eager attempts to fit the text into pre-built conceptual boxes. Insaat requires suspending all internal chatter, empty opinions, and defensive intellectualising. Becoming an empty vessel upon which the Divine Word can etch its own meaning without distortion.

Pillar 4: The Ontological Reflex (Al-In'ikas)

Every verse possesses a direct, mirror-like reflection in the structure of human existence. Human beings are created as the comprehensive microcosm (al-Kawn al-Jami') — containing within themselves reflections of all Divine Attributes and all cosmic layers. Every textual statement corresponds to an internal state. The text is never “about something else.” It is always, simultaneously, about the divine-human relationship unfolding within the reader's own being.

The Structure Ahead

With the foundational posture of Hudur established, Part I systematically builds the methodology required to read the Sacred Text as an unmediated engine of spiritual illumination.

Chapter 1: The Primary Language of the Unseen examines how the Arabic of Revelation operates fundamentally differently from ordinary human language — not merely as a system of signs designating physical objects and abstract concepts, but as an active alteration of consciousness. It explores the precise distinction between Tafsir and Tadabbur; the principle of polysemy — how a single Quranic root contains multiple, non-contradictory layers of meaning designed to unfold as the reader's spiritual perception deepens; the holographic relationship between the Signs in the Horizons and the Signs in the Soul; and the acoustic mechanics of the oral Quran — how sound, rhythm, and breath operate as direct spiritual transmission.

Chapter 2: The Self-Referential Grammar of Batin establishes a rigorous, text-internal grammar for reading the Quran's inner meanings without drifting into arbitrary allegorisation or flattening literalism. It examines the self-imposed, text-internal constraints that distinguish legitimate ta'wil from arbitrary projection; the primary archetypal metaphors woven throughout the scriptural fabric — Light, Water, Darkness, Clay, and Fire — and how they define the fundamental forces operating within human consciousness; and the re-definition of the Unseen — shifting it from a distant, inaccessible theological realm into an immediate, present dimension of experience waiting to be unveiled through spiritual presence.

The Ultimate Aim of Presence

The Hermeneutics of Presence is not an end in itself. It is the doorway.

When you close the book after reading with true Presence, you do not walk away possessing more information. You walk away altered. The illusions of the ego have been exposed. The heart has been polished. The boundary between the sacred text and your daily existence has begun to dissolve.

The Quran is not merely a book sitting on a shelf. It is the fundamental architecture of Reality itself. By learning to read the written Revelation (al-Kitab al-Mastur) with presence of heart, you unlock the ability to read the open Revelation of Existence (al-Kitab al-Maftuh) with the same illuminated vision. You step out of the secondary shadows of secondhand religion and enter the radiant, unmediated light of the Divine Presence — where the Speaker, the Word, and the Listening Heart meet in singular, uninterrupted communion.

I put a thirst trap on my Hinge, one of the photos of me flexing in the posing room. Suddenly, I’ve gotten a lot more matches, and people are talking with me and flirting. I guess I’m not surprised, but a little part of me is.

Starcraft Co 4- Zerglings II

I know it is not an original title, but it was what the level was titled when it was originally made. Anyway, the conclusion to the Zerg infestation on the Horizons Beyond.

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The Horizons Beyond had another secret. This one was worse. Administrator Kessler contacted StarCraft Co. through the same encrypted channel he had used after the E-Forty-Two incident. He looked less frightened than before, but only because exhaustion had replaced panic. “We leased space,” he said. The commander waited. “To whom?” Kessler admitted it was a private research corporation operating aboard the ship. When the commander asked whether the arrangement was official, Kessler looked away. That was answer enough.

The Horizons Beyond had entire sectors that remained unused between expansion cycles, spaces large enough to become neighborhoods, industrial facilities or storage complexes as demand changed. One of those sectors had been quietly leased to a third-party research company under an arrangement that apparently did not exist in any public registry. “What kind of research?” the commander asked. “Biological.” The commander already suspected the answer to his next question. “Zerg?” Kessler hesitated before admitting it. The commander stared at him. “You rented an unregistered section of a civilian carrier to people experimenting on Zerg?” Kessler insisted that the corporation had assured them its containment protocols exceeded regulatory standards. “They always do,” the commander replied.

The facility was now nonresponsive. Approximately ninety scientists and technical staff worked there, along with twenty-eight members of the corporation's internal security force. All were missing. Worse, Kessler had already sent another mercenary team into the facility six hours earlier. Fourteen people had gone in. Contact had been lost. When the commander asked how many Zerg were inside, Kessler could only say they didn't know. The creatures appeared to be primarily zerglings, with no confirmed sightings of anything else. There were also extensive stores of volatile laboratory materials throughout the sector. Missiles, explosives and heavy weapons were out of the question. It would have to be infantry.

The commander thought about the last infestation. Sending more bodies had not saved the Horizons Beyond security team. Training, equipment and discipline had. StarCraft Co. had learned the same lesson. “Two marine squads. Two firebat squads. Medic support.” Kessler frowned. “That's all?” The commander reminded him that they had sent more personnel into E-Forty-Two because they had known less then. Now they knew what worked. When Kessler asked for the price, the commander named it. Kessler didn't negotiate. StarCraft Co. had officially stopped being the cheap option.

The research sector occupied several contiguous decks below a freight district near the outer hull. Its entrance looked nothing like a laboratory. The public-facing side had been disguised as warehousing and environmental control infrastructure. Behind two security bulkheads, however, the corridors changed abruptly. Sterile white wall panels replaced industrial steel. Observation windows looked into laboratories. Directional markings identified containment suites, tissue culture rooms, specimen storage and restricted research areas. The first body lay ten meters inside. A scientist. The second was farther down the corridor. There was much less of him.

The commander ordered the formation tightened. Marines took the lead while firebats remained one position behind, ready to move forward when the corridors narrowed or the Zerg committed to a rush. Medics stayed central. Every soldier carried upgraded ammunition, improved optics and better armor seals than the company had owned during its first jobs. They had also learned to stop rushing. The first zerglings came through a laboratory wall—not a door, the wall. A section of composite paneling collapsed outward and six creatures poured through the opening. The marines fired immediately, killing the first three before they cleared the rubble. Two more reached the line before the firebats stepped forward and filled the corridor with flame.

The last zergling tried to retreat through the hole. Mercer followed it just far enough to burn whatever was behind the wall, and screaming echoed through the structure. “More in there,” he said. The commander ordered the breach sealed and the force moved on. The next several chambers were almost routine, which disturbed them more than anyone said aloud. Zerglings occupied specimen rooms, maintenance corridors and storage laboratories. Some had nested beneath desks and equipment. Others prowled openly. One group had torn apart an entire bank of refrigeration units and consumed whatever had been stored inside.

The mercenaries cleared each room the same way. Marines identified movement, firebats destroyed concentrations, medics treated wounds, and doors were sealed behind them. They didn't chase. They didn't split. They didn't assume anything was dead. The system worked. By the time they reached the sublevel access, they had killed more zerglings than existed in the entire Varga infestation. Nobody bothered counting anymore.

The elevator had failed, so they took the emergency stairs. Halfway down, the shooting started. It wasn't theirs. Automatic weapons rattled somewhere below, followed by screaming. The commander ordered the forward marine squad to move, and they descended rapidly until the stairwell opened onto a wide service junction. Zerglings filled it. Dozens were attacking a barricade constructed from laboratory benches and storage lockers, with muzzle flashes flickering behind it.

The commander reacted immediately. Firebats went forward while the marines fired high over them. Flame rolled down the corridor and the zerglings turned, dividing the swarm. Half continued attacking the barricade while the rest charged StarCraft Co. Gauss rifles fired over the firebats' shoulders. The first wave died. The second reached them. One firebat went down beneath three zerglings, and another soldier dragged him backward while his squadmates burned the creatures off his armor. Gunfire erupted from behind the barricade at the same time. Caught between both forces, the swarm collapsed. It took less than two minutes. It felt much longer.

When the last zergling stopped moving, nobody advanced immediately. The commander ordered whoever was behind the barricade to identify themselves. A voice answered through an external speaker: “Harrier Group. Contract security.” They had found the missing mercenaries. Seven of the original fourteen were still alive. They emerged carefully, armor scratched, burned and covered with Zerg blood. One man had a bandaged eye. Another could barely stand. Their leader removed his helmet and stared at the StarCraft Co. insignia. “Mercenaries?” Rourke looked at the barricade. “You expecting someone else?” The Harrier leader laughed, halfway hysterically, while Venn's medics began treating his people.

The commander asked what had happened. The Harriers had gone after the nest. They had found where it was forming in Subsector Three and pushed toward it, believing they were chasing perhaps ten or fifteen zerglings. Instead, the Zerg had repeatedly fallen back. The commander understood immediately: they had been led deeper. When he asked how many were waiting there, the Harrier leader shook his head. “Hundreds.” Four of his surviving people could still fight. The commander gave them ammunition and ordered them behind the StarCraft Co. line.

They moved toward Subsector Three together. The first sign of what had happened there was the smell. Then came the blood. The corridor walls were smeared with it. Pieces of uniforms lay among shredded laboratory coats. Human bones had been dragged into corners. Several bodies had been stripped almost completely of flesh. Then they reached the main chamber and pushed a fiber-optic camera beneath the door.

Nobody spoke for a while. A mound of bodies occupied the center of the chamber: scientists, security personnel and members of the Harrier team. Some were recognizable. Most weren't. Zerglings moved across the pile. More than a hundred were visible, while others crawled through ruptures in the walls or disappeared into maintenance conduits. The chamber had become a feeding ground and a nest. The commander watched one small zergling crawl out from beneath the gore, followed by another. He remembered Varga's basement. No queen. No hatchery. Yet again, the numbers made no sense.

“Commander?” Rourke eventually asked. The commander looked away from the feed. “We burn it.”

There was no elegant solution this time. They could not vent the chamber into space. They could not use explosives. They could not collapse the deck without risking volatile storage rooms below. So StarCraft Co. did what infantry had always done when there were no better options. They went in. The first firebat squad entered through the western door and the second through the east, with marines following twenty meters behind. The fire started immediately. Zerglings screamed as the front ranks died, but those behind them kept coming. They came from the corpse pile, holes in the walls, ventilation ducts and broken sections of flooring.

The first firebat line disappeared beneath them. The commander ordered them back while marines fired into the swarm. One firebat rose again covered in burning Zerg. Another didn't. Medics dragged wounded soldiers toward the entrance as the remaining firebats widened their firing arcs. Smoke and flame made the chamber almost impossible to see. Zerglings reached the marine line and rifles went to point-blank fire. One marine disappeared beneath four creatures. Another emptied his magazine and began using his rifle like a club. The Harrier survivors joined the line. Nobody cared whose company logo was painted on whose armor anymore.

Casualty markers began appearing across the commander's display. One. Two. Three. More. He ordered the north access sealed, and a maintenance door slammed shut just before zerglings began tearing at it from the other side. Mercer's squad rotated left, opening a corridor for Rourke and the remaining firebats to advance. They burned directly into the corpse pile. The bodies ignited, as did the organic matter beneath them.

Then the walls began moving.

Dozens more zerglings poured from cavities hidden behind the biological growth. The formation bent and nearly broke. Then the first nest structure collapsed. Flame reached something inside the wall and a pocket of organic tissue ruptured, setting several emerging zerglings ablaze before they even reached the floor. The commander finally understood. “They're using the walls.”

The surviving firebats redirected their weapons. Not toward the Zerg, but toward the nest itself. Marines covered them while the firebats burned everything organic—the walls, the floor, the corpse pile, every cavity and every tunnel. Zerglings kept attacking, but fewer emerged each time. The swarm began thinning.

Twenty minutes into the battle, ammunition became a problem. Thirty minutes in, fuel became a problem. Forty minutes in, the floor was covered in bodies, human and Zerg. One firebat ran dry, drew his sidearm and joined the marines. Another continued firing until his weapon overheated. The medics picked up rifles from the dead. Nobody had enough people left to maintain the original formation, but the Zerg had fewer too.

Eventually the last rush came. Perhaps thirty zerglings emerged from three openings simultaneously. The mercenaries held. The remaining firebats fired until their tanks emptied. Marines fired until the creatures reached them, and then the survivors fought with whatever remained—rifles, sidearms, knives, armor. One Harrier mercenary killed a zergling with a broken section of laboratory railing. Rourke crushed another beneath his boot. Mercer emptied his pistol into the last creature still moving.

Then there was silence. Real silence. Not the pause between attacks, not creatures moving behind walls. Nothing.

The commander ordered them to check everything. Every wall cavity. Every ventilation shaft. Every access tunnel. The firebats burned the entire chamber again. Nothing emerged. Subsector Three was dead.

The casualty report was ugly. StarCraft Co. had lost nine personnel. Several others were wounded badly enough to require surgery. Three of the seven rescued Harrier mercenaries died during the final fight. Four survived. The scientists were all dead. The corporate security team was gone. But the infestation had been destroyed. The commander ordered the entire research sector quarantined and sterilized, then contacted Kessler.

“Finished?” the administrator asked. The commander confirmed it. When Kessler asked about survivors, he told him four Harrier personnel were coming out. Kessler exhaled and said they would be compensated. “They'll be quiet?” the commander asked. Kessler almost smiled. “That depends what we're paying them.” The commander uploaded the casualty list. Kessler's expression changed when he saw it. “That's…” The commander finished the thought for him. “Nine of mine.” Kessler said he understood. “No. You understand the number. You'll understand the cost when I send the invoice.”

This time there was no argument. StarCraft Co. received the full contract payment, replacement costs, medical expenses and death benefits. Then Kessler added a large bonus for recovering the Harrier personnel and maintaining discretion. The commander looked at him for a long moment. “Your ship has had three Zerg incidents.” Kessler said nothing. “That's not bad luck anymore.” Kessler finally admitted that he knew. The administration was conducting an internal investigation. The commander nearly laughed. “Of course you are.”

Kessler ignored the remark. There was one other matter. The surviving Harrier personnel had asked for StarCraft Co.'s contact information. The commander asked why. “I imagine because you saved their lives,” Kessler replied. That made sense. More interestingly, the research corporation's surviving executives also wanted to establish a channel. “After ninety of their people got eaten?” the commander asked. Kessler merely pointed out that they had considerable resources. The commander considered that, then told him to send the information.

For the next several days, industrial sterilization crews moved through the abandoned research sector. Every contaminated chamber was burned, chemically treated and sealed. Contractors quietly replaced entire sections of wall and flooring. Official documentation described the work as remediation following a laboratory solvent accident. Nobody aboard the Horizons Beyond was told about the dead scientists. Nobody was told about the mercenaries. Nobody was told that well over a hundred zerglings had been breeding inside the ship. Eventually the biosignature sweeps came back clean. For the first time in months, every known section of the Horizons Beyond was free of Zerg.

For now.

StarCraft Co. left with fewer soldiers than it had arrived with, but it also left with money, a growing reputation, the gratitude of another mercenary outfit and the contact information of people who operated far beyond the Horizons Beyond. The company had started by killing zerglings in a scientist's basement. Now people were beginning to call them before they called anyone else.

D*m*nic. A British living here for the last 5 years but entered the bakery for the first time today.

L*vi like the jeans, who is a vegan from Texas, with Mexican heritage, who was well-versed in recent viral news of a Singaporean woman who talked about her boyfriend not being her physical type but was also mindful about not adding to the existing misogynistic hate directed at Erica Kirk.

V*n**ss*, who works in tech and M*rk, a dog trainer and forest tour guide.

I like remembering people and their names.

تاريخ النشر: 11:28 فجر الخميس 30 صفر 1448 [بحسب التقويم وننتظر إعلان التاريخ الشرعي من المحكمة]

خلاصة:

تولد الخبرة من أعمالٍ نزاولها ونحسنها بعد حين، لا من نطاقٍ ضيق، أو وصف وظيفي قاصر، أو اسمٍ كبير أو لقب صغير. خلاصة تجربة مهنية بلغت سبعة أعوام ونصف أو تزيد في سوق العمل. ليست دقيقة تنقضي قبل أن ينفتح باب المصعد، لكنها دقائق تساعدك أيضًا على تأمل مسارك المهني مستقيمًا كان أم متعرجًا.

مقدمة:

اشتد تعرج مساري المهني في العام الماضي 1447، واقترن السؤال عنه في المقابلات بصمتٍ يعاقبني بالرفض. ولم تزل إجاباتي -وإن صدقت- شبهة قوية للسائلين على مرافعة دفاعية أنتهض بها للاعتذار عن شيءٍ لا يعتذر منه وليس لي يدٌ فيه أو في أكثره. وما أضيق وقت المقابلات الوظيفية عن الشرح والتعليل والبيان الصادق لما جرى في الماضي.

أحدثكم اليوم عن جمالٍ يتوارى في المسار المتعرج، وعن خبرة تراكمت في مهماتٍ ووظائف لم تكن في الوصف الوظيفي، ومسؤوليات تجاوزت مسؤوليتي المحدودة، ومشروعات ليست في نطاق العمل.

وألحق بالمقال نموذجًا من سيرتي المهنية لمن أراد العلم والعمل بمقتضى العلم.

1- لا تعليق بعد اليوم: استخراج الذهب في قطاع تقنية المعلومات (14-3-1446)

لم يكن من شأني وقد انضممت حديثًا إلى تلك الشركة أن أشتغل بتصنيفها الفني عند هيئة الحكومة الرقمية. لكن رئيس الشركة عهد إلي بمتابعة ذلك الملف العالق لما نالت الشركة أقل مما تستحقه، وكان ينبغي أن تنال التصنيف الذهبي. فشمرت عن ساعدي واشتغلت بتحديث ملفات الشركة، وحسن عرضها، وتتبع ما نقص من شهاداتها ووثائقها، وإعادة رفعه في المنصة، ومواصلة الهيئة بين الحين والآخر.

اشتغلت بالمشروع شهرين ونصف الشهر حتى تحقق الهدف بحمد الله في عصرٍ من الثلاثاء في ثالث شهور السنة [ربيع الأول 1446]. وكان مشروع رفع التصنيف الفني خدمة تضطلع بها مكاتب وشركات وتتقاضى عليها الأموال الطائلة. فحمدت الله عز وجل على عملٍ ناجحٍ تنوء به المكاتب.

لم ألتفت إلى ما أنجزته حتى حدثت به أحد الأصدقاء ذات صباح، فأخبر زملائه عني، وسألوني أن أقدم إليهم عرضًا فنيًا وماليًا. وكاد أن يتم الأمر لولا مشيئة الله.

2- اربط لتضبط: قائمة متجددة لشراكات محلية ودولية (1445/1 – 1445/6)

دخلت إلى دنيا المناقصات وعالم العروض الفنية في منتصف عام 1444. وكان مما أدركته أن منظمة واحدة -وإن كانت كبيرة هائلة- لا تستطيع أن تعمل وحدها على أكثر الفرص التي تناسبها. وعرفت أن نجاح الشراكة شراكة في النجاح.

لم يكن من وصفي الوظيفي متابعة الشراكات القائمة وإدارة علاقات الموردين. إذ كان عندنا قسم المشتريات، والمطلوب مني -ومن سائر الفريق- تقويم المنافسات المختارة من منصة اعتماد، وإعداد ما يناسبها من العروض الفنية والمالية.

لم نتخصص في المجالات التي نخوضها، وكنا نعوِّل كثيرًا على شركاء متشاكسين محليين ودوليين.

ولم يلبث مدير القسم حتى انتخبني لإعداد قائمة الشركاء في الحال والمآل مقترنين بالحلول والخدمات التي يقدمونها.

اشتغلت بمشروع إقامة الشراكات وتقويمها شهرًا أو شهرين، وكان علي أن أتصل بالشركات وأن أبحث عمن يمثلهم في المملكة العربية السعودية أو منطقة الخليج.

وأعجب من ذلك أنني أنفقت بعض أيامي في اجتياز شهادة لإحدى الشركات العالمية، ونجحت في اختبارها بعد شق الأنفس وأعنت زميلًا لي على ذلك.

أفادتني هذه الخبرة كثيرًا بحمد الله، فكانت سببًا ساقه الله إلي لأترشح إلى وظائف المبيعات وبناء الشركات.

الربط سبب وثيق إلى الضبط [1].

3- تقدم إذا تأخر غيرك: المشاركة في إدارة مشروع تقني كبير (1443/6 – 1444/6)

عامٌ مضى في وظيفة أتقنتها، واجتهدت في أداء مهماتها، فلم تزدني الشركة هللة واحدة رغم إلحاحي ومطالبي. كنا نشتغل ببناء ذكاء الذكاء قبل أن يعرف الناس عنه شيئًا. وكنا نعلمه الكلام ونختبر قدرته على الاستجابة، وندربه على عبارات مختلفة عربية وإنجليزية فصحى وعامية.

تخصصت في بناء المحتوى النصي لبرمجيات المحادثة الآلية [شات بوتس Chatbots]، واستطعت أن أزودها بنماذج متعددة من المدخلات والاستفسارات على هيئة (intents, utterances, and queries) ولا داعي لكتابة الكلمات بحروف كبيرة. خطوة مهدت لي التعرف إلى التعلم العميق (deep learning) والذكاء التوليدي (generative AI).

والمقصود أنني اضطلعت بقدرٍ لا بأس به من مهمات إدارة مشروع تقني كبير (وتفاصيله في سيرتي الذاتية الكاملة التي تحصل عليها إذا راسلتني في البريد hijriman47@keemail.me).

استنابني مدير المشروع وكذلك مدير الفريق فصرت أشهد الصراع على المشروع في ساحات الحرب كما يسمونها بالإنجليزية (war rooms) وأفاوض العميل والشركة التي تولت المشروع وكذا فريق الجودة والاختبار.

كنت أتلقى التذكرة في جيرا (Jira) بالواسطة أول الأمر ثم آلت إلي الإجابة عنها، وإغلاقها في وقت محدد يسير، وصرت أباشرها بنفسي في كثيرٍ من الأحيان.

أدركت بنفسي كما لم أدرك من قبل في دورات إدارة المشروعات PMP كيف يتجاذب العميل ومدير المشروع المتطلبات، وكيف تصير الأهداف المتفق عليها سببًا في نزاع مستمر.

أردنا أن نقدم للعميل برنامجًا للمحادثة الآلية يغني عملاءه عن إشغال الموظفين بالطلبات اليسيرة المتكررة، والعجيب أننا لم نملك وسيلة لأتمتة إجراءات البناء والاختيار. اللهم إلا نظامًا يسيرًا بنيته في إكسل Excel من مايكروسوفت لتسريع الإدخال والاختبار.

خبرة تمنيت أن أستثمرها لما أردت الانتقال من الشركة سوى أنني انحصرت في اسم الوظيفة الضيق، وأحبطني قلة التقدير الذي لقيته في نهاية المطاف!

4- شذرات من التجارب (1444/6 – 1448/1)

أ- تكيفٌ بلا حدود: تعرفت إلى مبادئ أتمتة الإجراءات (RPA)، فاستعملت باستعمال باور أوتوميت (Power Automate) لتسريع العمل في السير الذاتية. إذ كانت تعبئتها وإلحاقها بالعروض الفنية استنزافًا للوقت وإرهاقًا للأصابع وإجهادًا في غير فائدة.

طريقة بذلتها إلى زميلٍ ما لما غادرت الشركة، ولم تصلح في شركة أخرى لأنها تستعمل باوربوينت (PowerPoint). لم أجد حلًا قليل التكلفة، فاستبدلت الأتمتة بنصفها وحسنت القوالب لتتسع لعروض أخرى، وأضفت إليها مواضع (placeholders) يسهل تعبئتها بالكلمات الدالة على الجهة والمشروع ومدته واسمه وغير ذلك.

ب- القلم يرفعنا: لم يفارقني القلم يومًا في أعمالي ووظائفي، فكم حررت وراجعت صفحات المواقع (Webpages)، ومذكرات التفاهم (MoUs)، واتفاقيات عدم الإفصاح (NDAs)، والترجمات من العربية إلى الإنجليزية وبعكس ذلك. ولذلك كتبت ستة (6) تقارير في مشروعٍ تريد الشركة أن تحرك مدفوعاته الراكدة، ودفعت إليهم ثلاثة (3) مستندات عربية وإنجليزية مطلوبة للطرح المالي.

لست أنكر أنني أفدت من أدوات الذكاء التوليدي حينها، لا سيما أن بعض أهل الإدارة كانوا يظنونها مفتاحًا لكل المغاليق، وحلًا للمشكلات، وابتكارًا للمخارج السريعة.

والله يعلم أنني لا أحب أن أسيئ في كتابتي، وأحملها على عاتقي، وأنظر بنفسي في المعلومات الواردة، وأتثبت من صحتها (fact-checking) لئلا يسأل عن كاتبها على سبيل الذم والحط.

لست أنسى تلك المقالات المترجمة التي دفعت إلي لأحررها متطوعًا فلم أقنع بعيوبها السطحية، بل نفذت إلى أصولها، وقارنتها، وقدمت لطالب التحرير تقريرًا بشيءٍ من التفصيل في عيوب الترجمة وأخطائها الشنيعة.

ج- البيانات كاشفة: مكنتني إدارة المناقصات من المشاركة مع الأقسام الأخرى من مبيعات ومشتريات وفرقٍ فنية، والمساهمة في تحسين أعمالهم. ومن ذلك أنني أخرجت لمديرين أحدهما في المشتريات ذات مرة تقريرًا عن أداء الموردين وشركائهم مستفادًا من نظامه التقني.

د- العبرة بالنظام لا بالوسيلة: تعلمت إمكان التحول الرقمي وسهولة الانتقال إلى عالم الديجيتال في الشركات الصغيرة حيث تقل الموارد وتضيق الميزانية عن أكفأ الحلول وأفضل الوسائل.

تعرفت إلى إدارة المناقصات في نظام Dynamics 365 من مايكروسوفت لتنظيم موارد المؤسسات (ERP)، وأتقنتها في الشركات الصغيرة التي لا تكاد تستعمل الشير بوينت (SharePoint).

أدركت حينها أن العبرة بحسن بناء النظام وإن كان صغيرًا، وضبط موارده وإن كانت قليلة. وقد أبصرت بنفسي تكاسل طائفة من الموظفين عن استعمال النظام التقني المتقدم، ونشاط بعضهم في مجموعة واتساب أو نظام محدود الإمكانيات.

لم أعد أصحاب تلك الشركة ببناء نظامٍ آلي لرصد المنافسات وتصنيفها. لكنني وعدتهم بنظامٍ يسير لضبط المنافسات الحالية، ومعرفة الناجح منها، ورصد ما يأتي في قادم الأيام. وقد وفيت بهذا الوعد.

خاتمة:

كنت أحب أن أرى ثمارًا للبذور التي وضعتها وسقيتها ورعيتها، وكنت أتمنى أن تكفيني الأرقام الناجحة مؤونة تعليل المسار المتعرج الذي سلكته في مسيرتي المهنية. لكنني أحمد الله عز وجل على خبراتٍ تنوعت وتراكمت، وأفادتني كثيرًا في العمل والإدارة. وأحسب أن ما كتبته من مقال يخفف عني -إن شاء الله- وطأة الأسئلة المزعجة التي تنتهي إلى الرفض أو العرض المجحف وكلاهما مرٌ لا حلاوة فيه. وإن شئت أن تقف على مزيدٍ منها، فدونك السيرة الذاتية التجريبية في الحاشية، فتأملها كما تحب!

وكتب البراء بن محمد.

في مشرق الشمس من يوم الخميس سلخ صفر عام 1448.

30-2-1448

هامش

[1]

كان أحد أصدقائي في الشبكة الرقمية مولعًا باقتباسٍ عجيبٍ عن ابن رشد، تذكرته الآن وقد عرفت فضيلة الربط والضبط. والحق أن كلمته في سياقٍ آخر لا يتصل بما نحن فيه، لكنها لطيفة يحسن ذكرها.

(من لم يعرف الربط لم يقدر على الحل)

[ابن رشد – فصل المقال ص 127 طبعة مركز دراسات الوحدة العربية]

ملحق [السيرة الذاتية التجريبية بحسب آخر تحديث 20 صفر 1448]

صورة من الصفحة الأولى

صورة من الصفحة الثانية

صورة من الصفحة الثالثة

صورة من الصفحة الرابعة

صورة من الصفحة الخامسة

“What goes around comes around.” Now, the question. does that quote mean anything? No, i just thought it would be funny to throw something unnecessarily profound at the beginning and then admit i have no idea what im talking about. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about my mother lately, i havent visited her grave in some time. long enough that admitting it feels worse than actually counting the days. i tell myself ill go soon, then days become weeks. weeks become another month, another excuse. its weird how easy it is to avoid a place when you know exactly what you’ll feel once you get there. And then there are the dreams. for gods sake, leave me alone. i already sleep like ive been left halfway through something interesting with these wrist restrainers and a broken door. which doesnt sound pleasant to begin with. my dreams, naturally, have decided to make it worse. sometimes they feel so real that i wake up and have to sit there for a while, trying to figure out which part actually happened and which parts my brain decided would be a fun little extension, because it had nothing better to do. there are times where i have to make a guess. No, not remember. Guess. was that a dream? did i actually say that? did i actually see her? was that a memory? or was my mind just bored enough to manufacture an entire little world and then leave me to deal with it when i woke up? they are convincing. my dreams dont always feel like dreams. they feel like memories that haven’t happened yet or memories that never happened at all. sometimes i wake up carrying the emotion of something that doesnt exist, and somehow the emotion still feels completely real. whatever, thats funny to talk about. i guess ill always fall for my own “tricks”.

Thats enough for today, enough thoughts, enough complaints, i need a cigarette.

Sincerely, Barely trusting my own memory.

Chapter 1: The Prayer You Almost Do Not Want to Say Out Loud

It is late enough that the house has finally gone quiet. The lights are low, the dishes are still in the sink, and your phone is charging across the room. You know this would normally be the kind of moment when you pray, but tonight you sit there with nothing coming. Not anger. Not tears. Not peace. Just a strange blankness that makes you wonder whether you should even try. If you have been living in that silence, this message for when you feel spiritually numb and cannot feel God is not asking you to become more emotional. It is asking you to stop hiding from what is already true.

There is a sentence many believers are uncomfortable saying: “God, I do not feel close to You.” It sounds dangerous because we have learned to associate strong faith with confidence, gratitude, certainty, and visible devotion. So when the heart becomes quiet, we often cover it with religious language. We tell God what we think a faithful person should say instead of what the person sitting in the room actually feels. That is why this encouragement for Christians struggling with spiritual dryness and a tired faith begins in a place that can feel almost too simple: you are allowed to tell God the truth.

Maybe the truth is that you are tired of praying about the same thing. Maybe you have asked Him to change a situation for so long that you no longer know what another prayer would add. Maybe there was a time when you felt His presence easily, and now you cannot remember the last time something inside you truly responded. You still believe. You have not rejected Jesus. You just do not know how to make yourself feel what you think you should feel.

I think many people make spiritual numbness heavier by keeping it secret.

You can sit beside someone in church, sing the same song, hear the same message, and carry an entirely different experience inside. They may lift their hands while you are wondering why the words are not reaching you. You may feel guilty because you remember loving that song once. You may look around and think everyone else has something you have lost.

Then you go home and say nothing about it.

There is a man somewhere tonight who has spent the last year solving problems for everybody else. His family calls when something breaks. People at work depend on him. Someone close to him is going through a hard season. He keeps handling the next thing because that is what he does. When he finally gets ten minutes alone, he realizes he does not feel much of anything. He assumes the emptiness means his spiritual life is failing.

But maybe his heart has simply been living without enough room to breathe.

God knows the difference.

That matters because you may be accusing yourself of something Jesus is not accusing you of.

There are times when numbness can point toward something that needs attention. We can drift. We can become distracted. We can avoid God. But not every quiet season is rebellion, and treating every quiet season like rebellion can make you afraid of your own humanity.

Sometimes you have been disappointed for too long.

Sometimes grief has worn you down.

Sometimes life has required so much emotional energy that when you finally come to prayer, there is simply not much left.

You do not have to solve which one it is tonight.

You can begin with honesty.

“Jesus, I do not know what is happening inside me.”

That is enough to start.

Do not rush to add a better sentence. Do not explain yourself. Do not promise that you will do better tomorrow. Let yourself sit there for a minute without turning the prayer into another responsibility.

The strange thing about honesty is that it can feel less spiritual than performance, even though it may bring you closer to the truth. We often think prayer needs to sound hopeful before it can be faithful. But there are moments when the most faithful prayer is simply refusing to pretend.

Jesus already knows what you feel before you name it.

He knows you are disappointed.

He knows you are tired.

He knows you miss the version of yourself who prayed more easily.

He knows you are frightened by the silence.

You are not giving Him bad news.

You are finally letting yourself stop carrying it alone.

And perhaps that is where you begin again—not by trying to feel God, but by allowing yourself to speak honestly to the God who has never needed you to pretend.

Chapter 2: Staying With God When Nothing Inside You Moves

The next afternoon, you may find yourself standing in a grocery store aisle with a basket in your hand, trying to remember what you came to buy. Your mind has been full all day. You answered people, handled responsibilities, drove where you needed to go, and kept moving. Then, for one strange second beneath the bright store lights, you realize how tired you are. Not just physically tired. Tired in that deeper place where even prayer has started to feel like another thing you should be doing better.

You do not have to turn that moment into a spiritual test.

You can simply recognize it.

There are seasons when returning to God does not feel like returning home. It feels more like sitting beside someone you trust when you do not have anything to say. The relationship is still there. The love is still there. The silence does not cancel either one.

This is where I would encourage you to stop asking yourself whether you feel enough and start noticing whether you are still willing to remain.

You opened this article.

You are still thinking about God.

Some part of you still wants closeness, even if you cannot produce the feeling.

That matters.

You may have spent so much time trying to get your old spiritual life back that you have missed the possibility that God can meet you differently now. Maybe you used to pray for thirty minutes and now you can barely manage three. Maybe you once filled pages in a journal, and now the notebook sits untouched beside the bed. Maybe worship once brought tears, and now you listen quietly while folding laundry.

None of that automatically means you are moving backward.

Faith can become quieter without becoming weaker.

There is a woman sitting in a hospital waiting room tonight with a paper cup of coffee she no longer wants. Someone she loves is behind a closed door. She has already prayed every prayer she knows how to pray. Eventually she stops asking for new words and simply whispers, “Jesus.”

That may be all she has.

It is still prayer.

Sometimes we complicate our relationship with God because we believe every spiritual moment must contain insight, emotion, clarity, or relief. But there are days when faith is simply staying turned toward Him.

If you are spiritually numb, try letting your prayers become smaller for a while. When you wake up, say, “Thank You for another day.” Before a hard conversation, say, “Help me.” When fear rises, say, “Stay close.” Before sleep, say, “I am still here.”

Those prayers are not inferior because they are short.

You can also stop judging every Bible reading by how strongly it affects you. Read a few verses and let them exist without demanding an emotional response. Truth does not stop being truth because your heart is tired.

And give yourself permission to notice your actual life. Maybe you need rest. Maybe you need to talk to somebody. Maybe you need to admit that the last year hurt more than you have allowed yourself to say. Spiritual honesty sometimes begins with ordinary honesty.

There may come a morning when you notice something small. You look through the window and feel grateful for the sunlight. A verse stays with you after you close the Bible. You pray without deciding to pray. You realize the silence does not scare you quite as much.

Do not rush that moment either.

Let faith return at its own pace.

And if you are not there yet, you do not have to be.

Jesus is not standing at some distant finish line waiting for the emotionally restored version of you to arrive. He is with the tired person you are right now.

You can stay there with Him.

You can tell the truth.

You can remain.

Sometimes that is what faith looks like before it feels like anything again.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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The decisive document in the fight over western Coweta County, Georgia, was not a protest sign or a petition. It was a line on a zoning map. For years, 829 acres of pine and hardwood about thirty-five miles south-west of Atlanta had carried the designation Rural Conservation, a category the county's own comprehensive plan reserved for what it called rural places and complete communities. In April 2026, on a three-to-two vote of the county board of commissioners, that land became Industrial. The change took seconds to enact and will take a decade to build out: nine data centre buildings, two substations, a campus valued at seventeen billion dollars and rated at nine hundred megawatts, roughly the output of a nuclear reactor, dropped into a landscape whose defining feature until that afternoon had been that almost nothing was there.

The residents who had spent fifteen months trying to stop it were, by then, extremely well organised. Laura Beth, the chairwoman of a group called Citizens for Rural Coweta, had learned in early 2025 that a hyperscale campus of more than 4.9 million square feet was proposed to run past her back garden, and had started a Facebook group, Stop Project Sail, which TIME reported in July had grown beyond eight thousand members. They read the ordinances. They turned up to every hearing. They had no financial interest in the outcome beyond the water in their wells and the value of their houses. And they lost, by one vote, on a body of five people.

I keep returning to that margin, because it exposes what the national argument about artificial intelligence tends to skip. We debate whether the machines are worth their cost. The question Coweta County actually had to answer was procedural: who possesses the authority to trade a place's groundwater, its grid capacity and its rural character for a facility it did not ask for and will not use? That has an obvious legal answer in most American jurisdictions, and a deeply unsatisfying one. The bodies with formal power to decide are frequently not the bodies containing the people who bear the consequences. The harm has one footprint and the franchise has another, and the AI build-out has made the gap between them impossible to ignore.

A Country Learning to Say No

The gap is being noticed at scale. On 18 July 2026, according to Reuters reporting carried in newspapers across the country, opponents staged 142 protests across 42 states, coordinated by a group calling itself HumansFirst and described as the first nationally organised day of action against the AI build-out. Texas hosted eighteen events, more than any other state; Georgia eleven; California eight. HumansFirst was co-founded by Amy Kremer, a veteran of the Tea Party and of Women for Trump, who has compared the mood to 2009 while insisting the campaign is nonpartisan, and who blames both parties for letting the companies build at this scale without troubling to consult the people who will live beside it.

The protests are the visible edge of something larger. The Information reported in June 2026 that more than three hundred American cities, towns and counties had adopted bans or moratoriums on data centre development. Data Center Watch, the tracker maintained by the AI research firm 10a Labs, counted 833 active opposition groups across forty-nine states by March 2026, up from 396 at the end of 2025, and calculated that in the first quarter of 2026 alone at least seventy-five projects worth a combined 130 billion dollars were blocked or delayed. Taken cumulatively since the start of 2025, the tracker puts the value of projects blocked or delayed at roughly 286 billion dollars.

Public opinion has moved with it. A Reuters/Ipsos poll of 4,531 Americans, published on 11 June 2026, found that just fourteen per cent were comfortable with a data centre being built near them, and that fifty-seven per cent would oppose one in their community, including two-thirds of Democrats and half of Republicans. Only a third agreed that building data centres at the current pace was mainly a good thing. Seventy-seven per cent were worried that AI would make electricity more expensive, and Republicans, Democrats and independents worried about it in close to equal proportion. This is not a partisan split so much as a broad, cross-cutting discomfort, and it has begun to register at the level of state executives. On 14 July 2026, Governor Kathy Hochul signed Executive Order No. 62, imposing what her office described as the first statewide moratorium in the United States on new hyperscale data centres, pausing discretionary state environmental permits for facilities drawing fifty megawatts or more for up to a year while regulators build a framework. New York's average residential electricity price has climbed by close to sixty-eight per cent since 2019. “They drive up costs for local ratepayers,” Hochul said of the facilities, “and I refuse to let those costs get passed down to New Yorkers.”

What happened in New York before that order is the more revealing half of the story, and it is this essay's question in miniature. On 4 June 2026 the state legislature passed the Responsible Data Center Development Act, a one-year moratorium on state permits for data centres drawing twenty megawatts or more, with dedicated rate classes, transparency standards and impact studies attached. The Senate carried it forty-four to sixteen, the Assembly one hundred and two to thirty-nine. Hochul did not sign it. Six weeks later she issued an executive order of her own, and commentators now expect the Act to be vetoed. The thresholds are the tell: the chamber closest to the affected districts drew its line at twenty megawatts, the single executive at fifty, more than twice as permissive. Both instruments are lawful, both get reported as a moratorium, and they are not the same policy. The choice between them was settled by which office holds the pen.

One widely repeated figure deserves care. Reporting on the backlash, including TIME's, has cited electricity price rises of up to 267 per cent in states with dense data centre activity. That number originates in a Bloomberg analysis of wholesale prices at tens of thousands of individual grid nodes, which found that in some locations near major clusters the monthly wholesale cost of power was as much as 267 per cent higher than five years earlier. It is a wholesale, node-level finding rather than a residential bill, and when Senator Elizabeth Warren used it as a household figure in June 2026 PolitiFact rated the claim mostly false. The distinction matters, because the ease with which the number has migrated into the shorthand of the debate is itself a symptom of how little reliable, locally specific information reaches the people asked to accept these facilities.

The Difference Between By-Right and By-Permission

To understand where authority actually sits, you have to understand a distinction almost nobody outside land-use law thinks about until it lands on them. In American zoning, a use is either permitted by right in a given district, meaning a developer who meets the technical standards is approved administratively through site-plan review, or it requires a discretionary act, a rezoning or special exception, which triggers public hearings and a legislative vote.

For most of the industry's history, in most of the places it grew, it was by right. Loudoun County, Virginia, the densest concentration of data centres on earth, permitted them by right across much of its industrially zoned land, which is precisely how the corridor filled so fast and so quietly. That changed on 18 March 2025, when the board of supervisors voted seven to two to make data centres a special exception use in districts where they had been by right, converting an administrative rubber stamp into a legislative process with staff review and public hearings. Even then, the board grandfathered applications submitted before 12 February 2025 for projects more than five hundred feet from homes. The reform arrived after the pipeline had already formed.

The by-right question determines whether there is a public decision at all. Where a data centre is by right, there is no hearing to attend, no vote to lobby, no record to appeal. The community's only formal opportunity to shape the outcome came years earlier, when the zoning map was drawn, in a proceeding almost nobody attended because nobody imagined what would eventually be built there. The decision had, in effect, already been taken by the county's past self on behalf of its future one.

Where discretion does exist, the procedural rules become the whole battlefield. The most consequential legal defeat the industry has suffered in Virginia turned on a technicality of notice. On 7 August 2025, Prince William County Circuit Court Judge Kimberly Irving voided the rezoning for the Prince William Digital Gateway, a project of more than two thousand acres beside the Manassas battlefield, holding the ordinances void ab initio because the county had failed to comply with the state code's public-notice requirements: the advertisement for the December 2023 hearing was published three days before it. The Court of Appeals of Virginia affirmed unanimously on 31 March 2026. The county and the developer Compass Datacenters withdrew from the litigation in April. QTS, the Blackstone-owned operator, petitioned the Supreme Court of Virginia in May through an affiliate, then withdrew the petition on 2 July 2026, leaving the lower rulings standing, and after a Court of Appeals order on 29 July the rezonings are void and the land reverts to the district it held before. The largest data centre campus ever proposed in the United States, some 2,100 acres of it, is dead. Years of civic argument about water, viewsheds and historic land hinged on the calendar arithmetic of a legal notice, because that was the only lever the law actually handed the objectors. The lever worked. The project was not defeated on water, or on viewshed, or on any ground the community had spent years assembling. It was defeated on the date a newspaper advertisement ran.

Ken Confidential

The second structural feature that determines who decides is information, and here the asymmetry has been engineered deliberately. In July 2026, Public Citizen published a report by Deanna Noël titled The Secret Data Center Buildout, documenting the routine use of non-disclosure agreements between developers and the public officials who will vote on their projects. It found that eighty per cent of Virginia localities with proposed or existing data centres have NDAs in place, and that at least ten states have introduced bills restricting the practice. Some agreements forbid officials from revealing that discussions are occurring, that confidential information has been received, or even that an NDA exists.

The Minnesota Star Tribune documented the same machinery in its own state, reporting that eight cities, two counties, at least one state agency and a school district had signed such agreements; of twelve cities the paper approached with known data centre proposals, only four had never signed one. Leslie Krueger, the University of Minnesota's assistant vice president for planning, space and real estate, spent August 2023 corresponding about Meta's Rosemount campus, code-named Project Bigfoot, with a company representative who identified himself to her only as “Ken Confidential”. Further north, in Hermantown near Duluth, city officials knew from September 2024 that a large project was proposed and declined to confirm publicly what it actually was until the Star Tribune obtained the city's emails roughly a year later, at which point the scheme filed as Project Loon turned out to be Google's. A community can be kept from knowing not merely who is building but what is being built, for a year, by the officials it elected. In Tucson, negotiations over a 290-acre campus proceeded for roughly two years behind NDAs that concealed the end user's identity from the public and from most of the city council. “Giant corporations prefer to operate in the shadows,” the council member Lane Santa Cruz said, “but Tucson is not for sale. We deserve transparency and accountability.”

Coweta County shows how the two asymmetries compound. Investigative reporting by DeSmog, based on public records requests, established that Project Sail's public face, an entity called Atlas Development, LLC, was fronting for Prologis, the San Francisco-based logistics real estate giant, whose involvement was concealed until May 2025 even as its logos appeared on project illustrations. The records showed a steady programme of private access: a meeting between a Prologis vice-president and one commissioner at a Newnan law office in July 2025, another with a second commissioner in August, personalised email updates to all five the day before a public hearing, further emails in October. The lobbyist Arthur “Skin” Edge IV submitted recommendations for the county's data centre ordinance on 7 July, writing that he did so on behalf of the Project Sail team and stating that Atlas Development had retained him as an attorney for the project; both Atlas Development and Prologis subsequently told DeSmog that they were not represented by Edge. Somebody's account of who was speaking for whom is wrong, and the instructive part is that the public record does not allow anyone outside those rooms to establish whose. After a CBRE vice-president testified at the November 2025 hearing, commissioners amended their draft to allow data centres on collector roads, raise the height limit from sixty to seventy feet, and replace a requirement that utilities demonstrate adequate capacity with a letter of intent showing preliminary coordination.

Set against that, Laura Beth's account of her group's access is stark. “Coweta County has not met with us specifically about the ordinance,” she told DeSmog, describing commissioners who would accept only group emails and declined the telephone conversations residents requested. The rules governing the facility were being drafted in one conversation and defended in another, and only one of those conversations had a transcript.

The Lawsuit That Followed the Vote

Suppose a community clears every hurdle: it learns about the project in time, secures a discretionary hearing, persuades its elected board, and votes no. What happens then is the sharpest test of where authority really lies, and the answer arrived in a farming township of about 2,200 people in Washtenaw County, Michigan.

In September 2025, after months of contentious meetings, the Saline Township board voted four to one to deny the rezoning sought for a Stargate data centre campus backed by Related Digital, Oracle, OpenAI and Blackstone, with DTE Energy contracted to supply roughly 1.4 gigawatts. Two days later the developers and landowners sued, alleging exclusionary zoning: the claim, under Michigan law, that the township had unreasonably barred a legitimate use, strengthened by the fact that Saline Township had no industrially zoned land at all. Facing litigation costs against an annual municipal budget of roughly a million dollars, the township settled by consent judgment, accepting community benefits worth about fourteen million dollars, including four million for farmland preservation, along with water and noise restrictions. The attorney who advised the settlement observed that zoning power is not absolute.

The sequel is more revealing than the settlement. Residents organised to force a referendum on the rezoning, a right Michigan law affords them. On 14 January 2026 the board formally rezoned the land to industrial to comply with the consent judgment; on 28 January it reversed that action and restored the agricultural designation, reasoning that the judgment itself authorised the project, so no map change was required. Because there had been no formal rezoning, there was nothing to petition against. Tammie Bruneau of the Rural Michigan Defense Fund put the consequence plainly: if the map need not be updated and no notice published, there could be no referendum. The resident Kathryn Haushalter, whose motion to intervene in the settlement had been rejected by a Washtenaw County judge as untimely, asked the question the episode poses: “What does it look like when residents are not able to determine what happens in their communities? What are we expected to do?” On 1 June 2026, Governor Gretchen Whitmer and Sam Altman appeared at the ceremony marking construction of the campus.

Tucson demonstrates the same lesson through geography rather than litigation. On 6 August 2025 the city council voted seven to nil to reject the annexation that Project Blue required, after residents objected to roughly two thousand acre-feet of city water a year. But the land was unincorporated county territory, and the Pima County board of supervisors had already voted three to two in June to sell it and had approved the zoning. The developer, having earlier signalled that the project could not proceed without the city, redesigned the facility for air cooling, which uses far less water and considerably more electricity, and pressed ahead through the county alone. On 3 December 2025 the Arizona Corporation Commission approved the power purchase agreement four to one, Commissioner Rachel Walden the sole vote against; Tucson Electric Power expects to be supplying the campus with two hundred and eighty-six megawatts by 2028. Amazon Web Services withdrew as operating partner. The project continued, and then acquired one more venue. Arizona's attorney general, Kris Mayes, has appealed the commission's approval, contesting the speed of it and arguing that the agreement lets the utility and the developers set electricity rates between themselves, a power the state constitution reserves to the commission alone. For once the proliferation of forums runs in the objectors' favour, though nobody in Tucson could reach that one either. The state's chief legal officer took an interest, which is a different thing from a community having a say.

The pattern in both cases is not that local government was overruled. It is that “local government” was never a single thing. It is a set of overlapping venues — township, county, court, utility commission — in which a developer need prevail only once, while residents must prevail everywhere.

Where the Decision Actually Lives

Step back far enough and the venue keeps moving upward. Justin Kollar, writing in the Journal of the American Planning Association in 2026, describes this as planning under pre-emption: states removing land use, zoning and environmental review authority from cities and counties through statutory overrides, utility governance, fiscal incentives and procedural constraints, so that decisions migrate to state agencies, utilities and corporate actors, and planning becomes administrative coordination rather than deliberation.

West Virginia has gone furthest. Its House Bill 2014 bars counties and municipalities from adopting or enforcing any ordinance limiting a certified microgrid district or a certified high-impact data centre, and exempts those projects from county and municipal zoning and land use ordinances, from building permitting, inspection and code enforcement, and from licence requirements. What is left to the locality is the power to charge fees and to send fire engines and police cars. Nor does the statute restrict what may be generated inside a microgrid district, so a gas, coal or nuclear plant may be sited in a county that has been relieved of any authority to review it. And the property tax revenue such a facility produces does not stay where the facility stands: the statute routes the greater part of it to the state, partly to fund reductions in income tax. That last provision repays attention, because the standard defence of accepting a data centre is that the host is compensated for what it absorbs. West Virginia has legislated away the deliberation and the compensation together, and left the county with the facility. In Pennsylvania, a proposed Data Center Siting and Permitting Act would have the state environmental department designate at least fifteen pre-approved sites. More than three hundred data-centre-related bills were introduced by state legislators in the first six weeks of 2026.

Much of the most consequential decision-making never touches land use at all. It happens at public utility commissions, bodies whose members most residents cannot name. On 15 April 2026 the Louisiana Public Service Commission voted four to one on Entergy Louisiana's application to build the generation for Meta's Richland Parish campus: seven new gas-fired power stations, some two hundred and forty miles of transmission and a set of nuclear uprates, a programme of 21.37 billion dollars, the largest investment in the utility's history, binding ratepayers across the state for the term of a twenty-year agreement. What the commissioners approved that day was not the plan. It was a request to fast-track it, skipping key steps of the standard regulatory review; the vote on the application itself is set for November 2026. The distinction is this essay's subject reduced to a single procedural motion. Before anybody decides the question, somebody decides how much deliberation the question is going to get, and that second decision is taken first, in a proceeding almost nobody is watching. Entergy maintains that Meta will cover construction costs and that customers will save money. The Alliance for Affordable Energy has warned that if Meta departs before the contract ends, the cost of the gas plants could fall on ordinary ratepayers; the Union of Concerned Scientists noted that the commission declined to investigate a financing arrangement under which Meta established an additional parent entity, retaining a twenty per cent stake, and borrowed twenty-seven billion dollars against the project. Whatever one concludes about the risk, a decision of that magnitude about who bears what is being taken by five elected commissioners in a venue with no relationship whatsoever to the parish hosting the buildings.

The tariff question is following the same path. According to Utility Dive, state regulators approved twenty-nine large-load tariffs in 2025, against fourteen in the whole period from 2018 to 2024, and by June 2026 twenty-four states had approved at least one. Minnesota's HF 16, enacted in June 2025, requires the state utility commission to create a very large customer rate class and allocate attributable costs to it. Oregon's POWER Act directs its commission to establish a separate class for facilities of twenty megawatts or more. Texas Senate Bill 6, signed on 20 June 2025, established a regime for loads of seventy-five megawatts and above, requiring new transmission-level connections to install equipment permitting remote curtailment during firm load shed events. These reforms matter enormously for whether the build-out raises household bills. They are also decisions taken hundreds of miles from any affected backyard.

Then there is the fiscal layer, which quietly converts a public choice into an accounting one. Good Jobs First has documented that most states subsidise data centres through sales and use tax exemptions on hardware and software, some lasting as long as forty years, alongside property tax abatements, and calculates that public subsidy runs to roughly two million dollars for every permanent job created. Abatements and payment-in-lieu-of-taxes arrangements are typically negotiated by development authorities rather than legislatures. At the top of the stack sits Executive Order 14318, signed on 23 July 2025, directing federal agencies to streamline permitting, identify federal land for siting and expedite environmental reviews for qualifying projects. Every one of these levers is legitimate in itself. Stacked together, they mean that by the time a proposal reaches a county board, most of the consequential variables have already been fixed elsewhere.

The Boundary Problem in a Rural County

This is where the argument stops being about zoning and becomes something older. Democratic theory has a name for the difficulty at the centre of the data centre fight: the boundary problem. In 1983 the political theorist Frederick Whelan set it out with uncomfortable clarity. Democracy is a method by which a group makes decisions, but it offers no democratic method for deciding who belongs to the group; any vote on the boundaries of the demos must be taken by a demos already constituted, which places the foundational question outside democratic determination. Robert Dahl, who framed the same difficulty a decade earlier, could find no satisfying escape from it.

One candidate answer is the all-affected-interests principle: those affected by a collective decision should have a say in making it. Robert Goodin, examining it in Philosophy and Public Affairs, treated the principle as the most promising basis for constituting a demos while showing how radically expansive it becomes once taken seriously, since almost any decision affects almost everyone at some remove. Sarah Song, writing in International Theory, argued the other way, that the demos should be bounded by the state, precisely because affectedness is too elastic to draw workable lines. The debate is unresolved for good reasons. But the data centre is an unusually clean instance of the mismatch it describes.

Consider the footprints. A hyperscale campus draws on an aquifer that obeys hydrology rather than municipal boundaries; its cooling demand, at the upper end of industry estimates, can reach five million gallons a day, comparable to a city of fifty thousand. Its electrical load falls on a regional transmission system, and PJM's footprint alone spans thirteen states and the District of Columbia. Data centres consumed about 4.4 per cent of American electricity in 2023, according to the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory's report for the Department of Energy, and are projected to reach between 6.7 and twelve per cent by 2028. Emissions travel with the wind; xAI sited turbines for its second Memphis supercomputer across the state line in Southaven, Mississippi, while the computing sat in Tennessee. Ratepayer costs fall on a customer class defined by a utility's service territory. Not one of these footprints coincides with the electorate of a county board of commissioners.

The subsidiarity principle, familiar from European constitutional law and Catholic social teaching, holds that decisions should be taken at the lowest level competent to take them. It is usually invoked for localism, and here it is often assumed to settle the matter in favour of the county. But subsidiarity contains its own limit, and the limit is competence. A township of 2,200 people cannot competently allocate a regional grid's capacity, and should not have to. Equally, a state utility commission cannot competently decide what a particular hillside means to the people who live beneath it. The failure is not that decisions are made too high or too low, but that they are distributed across levels in a way that lets each venue treat the questions it is worst placed to answer as somebody else's problem.

Elinor Ostrom, whose fieldwork on commons governance won her the Nobel prize in economics in 2009, derived design principles for institutions that manage shared resources without collapsing. Two are directly relevant: that the boundaries of the resource and of the group entitled to use it be clearly defined and congruent with local conditions, and that most individuals affected by operational rules be able to participate in modifying them. Measured against those principles, American data centre siting fails not because it is too democratic or too little, but because the people bound by the rules and the people entitled to change them are systematically different sets of people.

The Strongest Case Against the Veto

It would be easy, and dishonest, to leave the argument there. The case for local control over land use has a bleak record, and anyone who wants to strengthen community authority over data centres should sit with it.

The most rigorous account is Neighborhood Defenders, the 2019 study by Katherine Levine Einstein, David Glick and Maxwell Palmer, which examined thousands of participants in local land-use proceedings and found that the people who turn up to oppose development are not representative of their communities. They are disproportionately older, whiter, wealthier and far more likely to be homeowners; they oppose new housing considerably more strongly than their neighbours do; and the participatory institutions built to democratise planning reliably amplify their voices. The result has been a decades-long housing shortage borne overwhelmingly by people who never got to attend the meeting because they did not yet live in the town.

The same dynamic has kneecapped the energy transition. The Sabin Center for Climate Change Law at Columbia found that by the end of 2024 at least 459 counties and municipalities across forty-four states had adopted severe local restrictions on siting renewable energy, a sixteen per cent rise in a year, and identified 498 contested projects across forty-nine states. Between 2018 and 2023, at least thirty per cent of utility-scale wind and solar projects were cancelled during siting, largely because of community opposition, local ordinances and zoning. If your principle is that affected communities may refuse infrastructure they did not choose, that principle has already been road-tested, and used most effectively against solar farms and transmission lines.

The pro-build response also has a legitimate core. Matthew de Boer, writing in the Fordham Law Review in 2026, notes that states have aggressively pursued data centres with incentives while declining to regulate their siting, leaving municipalities to manage hyperscale facilities with frameworks designed for warehouses. His proposal is light pre-emption modelled on housing reform: not the elimination of local authority but its discipline through procedural mandates and objective standards. The Michigan exclusionary zoning doctrine that defeated Saline Township exists for a reason. A jurisdiction with no industrial zoning anywhere within it has, in effect, pre-committed to refusing every industrial use, and a legal system that permitted that at every boundary would make nothing buildable anywhere.

The honest position, then, is that “who decides” genuinely cuts both ways, and that a general right of local veto is not a principle anyone should want applied consistently. Which is precisely why the boundary problem is the right frame. The complaint from Coweta County and Saline Township is not, at its strongest, that localities should be able to refuse anything. It is that the procedure by which these decisions are made produces answers no defensible theory of authority endorses: hearings held after entitlements are secured, ordinances drafted by the applicant's lobbyist, referendum rights extinguished by declining to amend a map, consequences distributed across airsheds, watersheds and ratepayer classes that no ballot anywhere encompasses. That is not the tyranny of the neighbourhood defender. It is the absence of any forum in which the actual question can be put.

Making the Franchise Fit the Footprint

What would it take for a decision of this kind to be legitimate rather than merely lawful? The reforms already circulating are more modest than the theory suggests, and worth taking seriously precisely because they are achievable.

The first is informational, and nearly consensual. Public Citizen's recommendations amount to a simple proposition: officials should not sign non-disclosure agreements with private developers about matters they will later vote on, developers should disclose their identity, projected water and energy use, procurement plans and financial incentives before entitlements are granted, and existing agreements should be published. Attorneys quoted in reporting on Oklahoma's secrecy deals have questioned whether such agreements are even enforceable against public bodies. Pima County changed its own policies on NDAs and environmental review in September 2025, after what its supervisors called lessons learned from Project Blue. And the standard objection, that transparency of this kind is commercially unworkable, has now been answered by the only sort of party who could answer it. On 18 March 2026 Microsoft announced that it would stop using non-disclosure agreements with local governments for data centre projects anywhere in the world and would terminate those already in force, saying that transparency with the communities where it operates was paramount. That followed a commitment in January to pay the full cost of the power its facilities draw, decline local property tax breaks, replenish more water than it consumes and invest in local training. Microsoft is so far the exception, and should be called one: Public Citizen records that every other major technology company continues the practice. A single exception is still enough to dispose of the claim that the practice is necessary. Nothing about the AI build-out requires that the people voting know less than the people lobbying them.

The second is jurisdictional, and follows from the boundary problem. If the harms of a facility cross municipal lines, notice, standing and formal comment rights should cross them too. There is no technical obstacle to requiring that a rezoning application within a defined radius of a boundary trigger notice and consultative standing for the adjacent jurisdiction, or that a groundwater withdrawal above a threshold trigger review at the level of the aquifer rather than the parcel. That would not give neighbours a veto. It would give them a seat, the minimum the all-affected-interests principle can be read to demand without becoming unbounded.

The third is fiscal, and has the most momentum. Large-load tariffs and dedicated rate classes of the kind Minnesota, Oregon and Texas have adopted move the ratepayer question into a proceeding where it can be argued explicitly. If a facility's grid costs are ring-fenced to the customer that causes them, the county board's decision becomes one about land, water and noise rather than about everyone else's electricity bill, and the venue mismatch shrinks. The same logic applies to abatements: a forty-year tax exemption negotiated by a development authority binds successor councils and their electorates, and ought to require the deliberative treatment any long-dated public borrowing would.

New York's executive order is a hybrid of all three. It pauses state permits, an exercise of upward authority, while directing Empire State Development to publish a community investment framework within sixty days to guide local negotiations, and the Department of Public Service to prepare a generic environmental impact statement so proposals are assessed against a consistent standard rather than each locality improvising. Whether that produces better decisions or merely relocates them is unclear. That it exists in place of the statute the legislature actually passed, and at more than twice the legislature's threshold, is a reminder that the reforms are governed by the same question as the projects. But it recognises that a county board asked to evaluate a nine-hundred-megawatt load with a planning staff of a dozen is not being empowered. It is being handed a decision it has no capacity to make and then blamed for the outcome.

A Judge in Newnan

On 5 May 2026, Citizens for Rural Coweta filed a petition in Coweta County Superior Court asking a judge to declare the rezoning invalid. Their argument is that the commissioners disregarded the county's own comprehensive plan, which designated the land for rural places rather than industry, and did so despite the site's groundwater recharge areas, wetlands and watershed. It is, in essence, a claim that the county broke a promise to itself.

There is a coda to the vote that is easy to miss, and it may be the sharpest thing in this account. In May 2026, weeks after rezoning the Sargent land, the Coweta commissioners adopted a moratorium on any future data centre project in the county. Residents said it was too little and far too late; one likened it to shutting the barn door once the horses were out. But consider what the sequence establishes. The county was entirely capable of pausing. It held the instrument, understood how to use it and did use it, one decision after the only decision that mattered. Coweta's future self is now protected in a way its present self declined to be, and the difference between those two counties is not one of law, or capacity, or information, or public sentiment. It is a difference of timing, which is to say a difference of nothing at all except that the applicant arrived first.

The venue is telling. Having lost in the only forum where they could vote, the residents have moved to the one forum where nobody votes at all. That is the recurring shape of these disputes. In Prince William County the decisive intervention was a judge's reading of a notice statute, and it killed the largest project in the country. In Saline Township a consent judgment did what the electorate had refused to do, and a second judge declined to reopen it. In Tucson a unanimous rejection was routed around by a county land sale and a corporation commission vote, and the next serious challenge came from a state attorney general. Litigation has become the default civic instrument of the AI build-out because it is the only instrument that reliably crosses the boundaries everything else respects.

There is a version of this story in which the residents are simply wrong: in which a county gains a tax base and a state gains capacity it badly needs, and a few hundred households absorb a view they dislike, which is roughly what infrastructure has always asked of somebody. I do not think that version is obviously false. What is false is the assumption that the current procedure is capable of telling us which version is right. A process in which the applicant's lobbyist helps draft the ordinance, the developer's identity is concealed behind a shell entity, commissioners meet privately with one side and by group email with the other, and a referendum right can be extinguished by declining to amend a map, is not a process that produces a trustworthy answer to a hard question. It produces an answer and calls it settled.

The families in Coweta County who moved out of Atlanta to be surrounded by trees are not, in the end, asking for a veto over American AI policy. They are asking something democratic theory has never fully answered and American land-use law has stopped even trying to: what makes a decision about a place belong to the people who live in it. Nine hundred megawatts is arriving either way. Whether it arrives as something a community decided or as something that happened to it is a difference no amount of tax revenue will retire, and it is being settled right now, county by county, in rooms that most of the affected will never enter.

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Los grandes acontecimientos no dependen nunca de ti. Puede que los pequeños tampoco exactamente.

Tú solo intentas entender qué podría pasar. Buscas un lugar propicio. Buena compañía. Y esperas. Que pase lo que tenga que pasar. A veces se nubla y no se ve la corona ni nada que no sea una noche repentina. Un silencio. Un algo contenido. Gente que aplaude porque no sabe qué hacer con lo que está pasando. Gente que lloramos porque siempre lloramos cuando hay algo enorme oprimiendo el pecho. Ponerle nombre a esa enormidas es saber que somos enanos. Que el universo es infinito y sigue sus ritmos ignorándome. A mi hace mucho que entender eso de verdad me da paz.

Un niño detrás de mi con una madre incapaz de entender el sistema solar. Desinformada de miedo “pónganse las gafas”. Entender de pronto el privilegio. Siempre fuiste una niña con al menos un adulto capaz de explicarte el mundo con una precisión suficiente. Parece una tontería. Lo cambia todo. “Mamá, con las gafas no veo nada”

Me giro. Le digo: como las nubes tapan al sol sólo vamos a ver que se hace de noche muy pronto, de golpe. Y luego de día otra vez igual de rápido. Sonríe pero sigue sin entende nada.

A veces el eclipse se nubla pero da igual porque ha sido un día precioso, porque hemos subido por las escaleras que comunican las dos playas riendo con restos de salitre en la piel. Porque el aperol tiene el color del atardecer. Porque dentro de muchísimos años diremos “tú y yo vimos aquel no eclipse en Los locos” y eso significará mucho más que un fenómeno astronómico rarísimo.

Vivir es esperar al eclipse total y disfrutar de la noche repentina. Volver conduciendo de la playa, ducharte con agua caliente a presión, el mejor disco de Iván de fondo. Que eso sean las vacaciones.

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And the adventure continues.

Today for some reason, I felt terrible.

Don’t know what set me off but it was just feelings of anxiety and a sadness which I don’t know from where it came but it was like just this distraction irate behaviour I couldn’t focus just sat for five minutes, made code, then back and then out again five minutes with the dogs, try to focus 20 min then coffee.

It’s the feeling of something very unspecific being wrong

I really tried

Having spent the workday in this weird state of mind, I went to the neighbours to help their son with his computer and I might’ve fixed it or maybe I didn’t; maybe it’s broken still, but at least it booted

And my black mood lifted too, late now I’m having dinner, watching Supernatural. Without spoiling anything I’ll say that the notion of the soul being tied to the conscience I think it’s spot on.

Tomorrow I’ll go running, it’s to keep the wolves at bay

It’ll prevent me from feeling bad

I used to think that that’s all there was to it, mere chemistry of the brain

Imbalance of the humours I used to think

But now I think that there’s something unhandled psychologically with is making these terrible feelings appear in the first place

And that the training is just a way to handle operating this broken machine in this world, which I love.

Thank God! A 5-man hvac crew arrived a little after 9:00 AM, and they drove away in their pickup trucks a few minutes ago: roughly half past Noon. They were friendly, efficient, and cleaned up after themselves very well. I sit here now enjoying cool air blowing through the vents, with a brand new central air unit, a brand new furnace, and a new little wall thermostat.

And the adventure continues.