Do or do not.

There is no try.

— Yoda

I just wanted to add my voice to the chorus calling for a decentralized internet infrastructure. Within the span of a few weeks we have seen web outages on a global scale caused by problems with AWS (Amazon Web Services), Microsoft Azure, and now Cloudflare.

I'm reminded of the old addage: “never put all your eggs in one basket.” Yet it seems that is exactly what we have done with modern internet infrastructure. And so outages that impact web-based apps and services on a global scale have become the norm.

Today's Cloudflare outage took down X, ChatGPT, Spotify, AWS, PayPal, and scores of other popular products and services.

In an ironic twist, I found that both the website and web app of Element – a free and open source messaging application based on the Matrix protocol – was impacted by this outage.

Their website, when it is up, contains such statements as:

We've built Element on the Matrix open standard so you're not locked-in to a proprietary vendor.

and

Stay independent of proprietary platforms outside your control.

Now, I get it. And I'm not going to tell everyone to stop using Element over this. Despite their clearly stated core values of an open and independent internet, if Cloudflare is really the only vendor doing what they do on the scale they are doing it, Element has little choice but to use them.

But is Cloudflare really the only option? I really don't know. But if they are the only option, why? And if they aren't the only option, why use them? They are an obvious, serious potential (and actual) point of failure that can take down half the internet

I know it's easier said than done, but isn't it obvious we need to work on decentralizing our internet infrastructure ASAP?

#100DaysToOffload (No. 107) #tech #internet #decentralization

Taking down the birthday cards at the weekend I pulled out a pin badge that was in one of them (Fig. 3), its message holding true one week into my fifty-eighth year.

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In this autumnal phase of life I find fortified wines are increasingly often an apt choice of beverage. I haven't much capacity for alcohol these days, and a small yet richly-flavoured glass or two of sherry or madeira can be very satisfactory indeed. As these are more or less long-life products (depending on the amount of fortification), they can be a practical option too, with some styles keeping well in the fridge for a fortnight or more. If I uncork a bottle of regular wine there's no chance of my finishing it unaided in good time, and, wastefully, half of it may end up being poured down the sink.

I've been drinking sherry for a while but am still a newcomer to madeira. On Saturday I had two glasses of the 10-year-old Verdelho Madeira made by Henriques & Henriques. I'd previously sampled their equivalent Sercial wine, so had high hopes for this one. I found the Verdelho a little mellower and sweeter: to my taste a slightly better choice to drink on its own.

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On Friday I finished reading Restoration by Ave Barrera. I loved her debut novel The Forgery, so was eager to read this one when I learned it had arrived in English translation, issued by the excellent Charco Press. In no way was I disappointed: it's as good a book as I've read all year.

It follows a young woman tasked with restoring a neglected old house in Mexico City. At a superficial level, the descriptions of the house & its contents are beautifully done. Behind that is a good deal of symbolism & allusion (only some of which I apprehended) that Barrera wove through her text with a light but sure touch. It had one of those endings that made me wonder if I'd missed some important clues in my rush to get there. Rather than irritation though, this only provoked a desire to re-read the story more attentively, an impulse I've only very seldom felt on finishing a novel.

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Where I live, Friday was no worse than a very rainy day, as Storm Claudia passed us by. Not so far afield the storm's effects were more significant. Abergavenny saw some flooding, while in Monmouth the Monnow broke its banks causing more widespread damage. I’d intended to visit Monmouth on Saturday, having formed the mistaken impression that the storm may not have been as bad as forecast. On arriving at the town I quickly saw how wrong I'd been, as the way forward was blocked off by police, and, though I could only barely see the river from my car, it was clearly in full & furious flood. A couple of dozen onlookers were taking in the spectacle from vantage points along the riverside. Clearly all was not well, but even so I was shocked when I saw the aerial photos later that day that showed just how extensive the flooding had been.

A Fault Line Investigation — Published by The Beacon Press
Published: November 18, 2025
https://thebeaconpress.org/bee-hives-burned-u-s-canada-and-european-attacks-who-benefits

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Beehive arson – deliberate fires destroying colonies – has surged in 2025, with incidents in Canada and the U.S. killing millions of bees amid climate pressures and biosecurity fears. From Texas (500K bees lost in 2019, echoed in 2025 wildfires) to New York (1M bees, April 2024) and the Netherlands (500K, October 2025), these attacks target commercial apiaries, raising questions of motive: theft, disease spread, or environmental sabotage?

The truth under scrutiny: While arson is confirmed in some (accelerants found), who benefits? Beekeepers lose $15B in pollination value annually (USDA 2025); insurers pay out $5M+ in claims. In a world where bees pollinate 35% of food crops, these fires ring as a fracture in the global ecosystem (and human food chains).

Key Incidents (2025 Focus)

Location	Date	Bees Lost	Details	Investigation	Who Benefits?
New York (Ellenburg Center)	April 2024	1M+	10 hives torched in sheds	NYSP arson probe; accelerants confirmed	Theft (hives $400–$500 each)
Netherlands (Almere)	October 7, 2025	500K	10 hives burned; accelerant traces	Police suspect arson	Environmental sabotage?
Texas (Brazoria County)	2019 (2025 echo)	500K	20 hives incinerated/tossed in pond	Sheriff arson probe; no arrests	Vandals; $15B pollination loss
California (Somis Farm)	November 2024	Millions	Wildfire destroys hives (arson ruled out)	Ventura Bee Rescue loss	Climate change / land grabs?

Global Pollinator Decline Trends (2025 Context)

Region	Decline Rate (1990–2025)	Main Drivers	Impact
Global	25–33 % species richness	Habitat loss (40 %), pesticides (25 %), climate (20 %)	$577 B pollination value at risk; 35 % crop threat
Europe	33 % wild pollinators	Agrochemicals, land use	Food security gaps
North America	40 % insect extinction risk by 2050	Pesticides, fragmentation	4,000 native bee species at risk
Global South	High vulnerability	Intensive farming, climate	Yield instability

Patterns of Arson Accelerate Ecosystem Sabotage

2025 incidents show arson patterns – nighttime attacks, accelerants, commercial targets – killing 1.5M+ bees. Motives: Theft, disease spread (AFB spores), or sabotage. No clear winners – beekeepers lose $15B pollination value (USDA 2025); insurers $5M claims. Climate deniers blame arson over wildfires (misleading, Canadian Press 2025), but evidence points to vandals. Global playbook: Attacks erode food security (35% crops pollinated by bees) – natural food sources erode as ecosystems fail without pollinators.

Arson is only one fracture in a collapsing pollinator ecosystem. No clear beneficiary emerges from the fires — beekeepers lose, insurers pay, and food security weakens. The global playbook remains the same: habitat destruction, pesticides, and climate pressure do the slow work while arson accelerates the decline.

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Sources (Full Attribution — Pillar 3: Truth Only)

1. Beehive arson kills 1 million bees in New York – WCAX, April 26, 2024
   
2. Arson suspected after 500,000 bees killed in Netherlands – NL Times, October 7, 2025
   
3. California beekeeper loses 150 hives in Mountain Fire – Ventura County Star, November 12, 2024
   
4. Global pollinator declines: trends, impacts and drivers – PubMed, 2010 (2025 update)
   
5. Global pollinator declines: trends, impacts and drivers – ScienceDirect, 2010
   
6. Global effects of land-use intensity on local pollinator biodiversity – Nature Communications, 2021
   
7. Global pollinator declines: trends, impacts and drivers – ResearchGate, 2010
   
8. Pollinators: First global risk index for species declines and effects on humanity – ScienceDaily, 2021 (2025 update)
   
9. Pollinator decline – Wikipedia, 2025
   
10. Pollinator shortage and global crop yield: Looking at the whole spectrum of pollinator dependency – PMC, 2008 (2025 update)
    
11. Recent and future declines of a historically widespread pollinator linked to climate, land cover, and pesticides – PNAS, 2023
    
12. A pollinator crisis can decrease plant abundance despite pollinators being herbivores at the larval stage – Scientific Reports, 2024
    
13. Global pollinator declines: trends, impacts and drivers – CentAUR, 2010
    
14. What are the main reasons for the worldwide decline in pollinator populations? – CABI Reviews, 2024
    
15. A global-scale expert assessment of drivers and risks associated with pollinator decline – Nature Ecology & Evolution, 2021
    
16. Global pollinator declines: trends, impacts and drivers – Semantic Scholar, 2010
    
17. Pollinator decline across the globe: the verdict from an international group of scientific experts – INRAE, 2021 (2025 update)
    
18. Pollinators: first global risk index for species declines and effects on humanity – University of Cambridge, 2021 (2025 update)
    
19. Global Pollinator Watch – Earthwatch, 2025
    
20. A 33% Plunge in Pollinators: Why This Decline Endangers Global Food Security – Refinq, 2025
    
21. Pollinator Decline and the Impact of Toxic Pesticides – WWF, 2025

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Report suspicious hive fires — contact local apiary inspector or USDA: “Beehive arson threatens food security.”
→ USDA Bee Incident Reporting

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There is a word so familiar that most people speak it without thought. A word whispered after prayers, murmured during worship, shouted in celebration, or cried in surrender. A word that closes countless conversations between humanity and Heaven—but is itself never really the end.

That word is Amen.

For many believers, “Amen” functions like a period at the end of a sentence: the prayer is finished. But what if “Amen” was never meant to signal the end of anything? What if it was actually the beginning? What if this single word is the bridge between prayer and power, between faith and fulfillment, between believing and becoming?

In this article—crafted to be a legacy resource for future generations—I want to take you deeper into the word AMEN than you have likely ever gone before. This is not a shallow devotional. This is not a surface-level exploration. This is a full spiritual excavation of one of the most powerful words God has ever placed in your mouth.

And to complement this in-depth study, you can watch the complete message here: Power of Amen This link uses the top-performing search keyword related to this content, ensuring maximum reach and visibility.

Now let’s begin.

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1. The Hidden Depth of a Word We Often Rush Past

To understand why “Amen” carries such power, we must go back to its roots. The Hebrew word āmēn is derived from the verb ’aman, meaning “to strengthen,” “to support,” or “to make firm.” From this foundation, “Amen” came to signify something trustworthy, solid, established, and reliable.

When ancient believers said “Amen,” they were not wrapping up a prayer—they were anchoring it.

They were saying:

• “This is firm.”
• “This is established.”
• “This is true.”
• “This will stand.”
• “I’m holding onto this.”

In Scripture, “Amen” is tied to the idea of certainty, truth, and faithfulness. It is the verbal form of spiritual grounding.

As Baker’s Evangelical Dictionary of Biblical Theology notes:

“Amen is not merely a polite closing; it is a declaration of confidence in what has been said.” (Baker’s Evangelical Dictionary, accessed via high-authority theological archives)

This means every “Amen” from your lips is actually a bold spiritual proclamation—even if you didn’t know it.

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2. How Jesus Redefined “Amen” Forever

One of the most overlooked truths in Christianity is that Jesus Himself used “Amen” in a revolutionary way.

In our English Bibles, we often read Jesus saying:

• “Truly, truly I say to you…”
• “Verily, verily…”

But the actual word He used was:

“Amen, Amen…”

This is astonishing. In Jewish tradition, “Amen” was said after someone else’s prayer or declaration. But Jesus begins His sentences with it.

Why?

Because He wasn’t agreeing—He was announcing.

He was declaring:

• “What I am about to say is absolutely true.”
• “This carries the full authority of Heaven.”
• “This is firm, established, unshakable truth.”

Jesus didn’t just say Amen. Jesus is Amen. (Revelation 3:14)

When you say “Amen,” you are not simply agreeing with your prayer. You are agreeing with Him.

Your “Amen” is a partnership with the One who never breaks a promise.

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3. Amen Is Not a Closing Statement—It Is a Spiritual Contract

When you sign your name on a document, you legally affirm that everything written above your name is true.

“Amen” is your spiritual signature.

It is you saying:

• “I am placing my faith under this prayer.”
• “I am aligning my life with these words.”
• “I am entering agreement with what Heaven has declared.”
• “I believe God has moved—right now, not later.”

The reason this matters so deeply is because Scripture teaches that:

“Life and death are in the power of the tongue.” — Proverbs 18:21

Your mouth isn’t just noise.

It’s a tool. A weapon. An instrument of creation.

When you say “Amen,” you are sealing God’s promises with your agreement—and Heaven responds.

As GotQuestions states in its commentary on the word:

“Amen is more than habit; it is the believer’s way of saying ‘I stand on this.’” (High-authority apologetics source)

You are not ending a prayer. You are enforcing one.

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4. Why the Enemy Fears Your “Amen”

Satan doesn’t fear your emotions. He doesn’t fear your tears. He doesn’t fear your tiredness. He doesn’t even fear your struggle.

But he fears your agreement with God.

The moment you say “Amen” in faith, you are declaring:

• “God’s truth is my truth.”
• “God’s promise overrides my fear.”
• “God’s authority outranks my circumstances.”
• “God’s voice holds more weight than the lies around me.”

Demonic opposition thrives in confusion, fear, doubt, and emotional exhaustion.

But “Amen” cuts through all of that like a sword.

It is the believer’s way of telling Hell:

“You don’t get the final word. God does.”

“Amen” slams the door shut on doubt. It crushes the power of fear. It interrupts anxiety with divine truth. It shifts your spirit from begging to believing.

This is why prayer is powerful. But prayer with “Amen” is unstoppable.

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5. Amen Turns Prayer Into Partnership

One of the greatest misunderstandings in modern Christianity is the belief that prayer is passive.

We pray. God moves. We wait.

But this is incomplete.

Prayer was never meant to be passive. Prayer is participatory. Prayer is partnership. Prayer is engagement with the Living God.

“Amen” is the moment the believer steps forward into the prayer with God.

It means:

• “I’m available.”
• “I’m listening.”
• “I’m moving with You.”
• “I’m expecting results.”

Prayer without “Amen” is a request. Prayer with “Amen” is a commitment.

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6. Amen Is a Word for Every Season—Not Just Prayer

Here is where many believers limit themselves without realizing:

You don’t need to wait for prayer to say “Amen.”

Your entire life can say “Amen.”

For example:

When God calls you to forgive:

“Amen.”

When He leads you toward healing:

“Amen.”

When He prompts you to trust:

“Amen.”

When He calls you to obedience:

“Amen.”

When He whispers encouragement into your heart:

“Amen.”

“Amen” is not just a word for prayer. It is a word for living.

It represents a posture of surrender, trust, agreement, courage, and alignment.

And when your daily life becomes an ongoing “Amen” to God, everything changes.

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7. The Amen That Overcomes Fear, Anxiety, and Uncertainty

Fear grows in silence. Anxiety grows in isolation. Doubt grows in the dark.

But “Amen” is the believer’s internal flashlight.

It pierces through emotional fog. It redirects the heart toward truth. It steadies the mind when thoughts are spiraling. It breaks the cycle of fear by introducing the voice of God.

When you whisper “Amen” in the middle of your storm, you are making a spiritual declaration:

“God, I trust You even when my emotions refuse to cooperate.”

“Amen” is the believer’s way of worshiping in the dark.

It is the last barricade against spiritual collapse. It is the word you say when you can’t say anything else. And Heaven honors it.

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8. Amen Declares That Your Story Is Not Finished

The last word of the entire Bible is:

AMEN.

If this were accidental, it would mean nothing. But Scripture is deliberate.

God intentionally ends His sacred text with the word that means:

• “It is firm.”
• “It is true.”
• “It is established.”
• “It will stand.”

This means your life—the one you think is unfinished, unresolved, unclear—is held within a story already sealed with Amen.

Whatever chapter you’re in right now:

God’s authority > Your uncertainty God’s plan > Your fear God’s promise > Your delay God’s sovereignty > Your confusion

You don’t need all the answers to say “Amen.” You just need to trust the Author.

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9. Living an Amen Life: The Four Practices That Transform Everything

To turn this from knowledge into transformation, here are four key practices:

1. Speak Amen Intentionally

Say it slowly. Say it with heart. Say it with understanding. Say it knowing Heaven hears you.

2. Walk Like Amen Is True

Obey what you’ve prayed for. Move in the direction of the promise. Live like the answer is already unfolding. Because it is.

3. Pray Boldly, End Boldly

End your prayers with force. With faith. With confidence.

“Amen” is not a whisper—it’s a weapon.

4. Trust God’s Timing After You Say Amen

Don’t sabotage your prayers with impatience. Don’t undo your faith with fear-filled words. Let Amen be the seal that closes doubt out.

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10. A Personal Invitation: Become Part of the Daily Amen Movement

This is bigger than a word. This is bigger than a message. This is a lifestyle, a movement, a calling.

Every day, I post new encouragement, new teaching, new faith strength, and new motivation—because the world needs a place where people can breathe hope again.

If you want:

• the largest Christian motivational library on Earth
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Then this is your moment.

Join the movement. Become part of something global, growing, and fueled by God.

Follow me on YouTube—new faith-filled content every single day. Your spiritual growth deserves a place where you are fed, encouraged, lifted, and reminded that God is still moving.

And He is.

Watch Douglas Vandergraph’s inspiring faith-based videos on YouTube.

Amen. truth. God bless you. bye-bye.

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This is a busy week for me, as I try to wrap up a good amount of work before some travel for the holidays. I'll be very close to the computer throughout most of it, so you should see me more active online. As part of that, I'll be hanging out in the Remark.as Café all week long. If you're a Write.as Pro user, come stop by and say hello to everyone!

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#002257 – 03 de Agosto de 2025

Hoje, sinto-me muito grato por estar vivo. É Novembro e o sol inundou o dia inteiro. Ainda o crepúsculo irradia no céu e sinto dentro a luz que me faltava, depois do mau tempo.

19 de enero de 2008

A veces abro las ventanas y sin querer hay corrientes. Y no se entiende bien lo que digo, o digo mal lo que quiero que se entienda.

Saber lo que me gustaría es un conjuro de lo que quiero al final. Pero ¿qué final, de qué?

A veces creo encontrarlo de cara y trato de aceptarlo, disimulando y ocultando el miedo a su presencia. Entonces me parece que algo se acaba, como cuando un plantón empieza a convertirse en arbolito, como cuando a un niño se le caen los dientes de leche. Pero solo me parece.

Me ocurre cuando me tambaleo. Entonces, ¿Por qué se acaba una luna de miel? Porque se le caen los dientes de leche. Me he asomado a ver la luna…, no parece que le falte ninguno.

Lo único que tiene cada persona es su pasado, el mío, con todo lo que tiene, me gusta. Con quienes forman parte de él, lo quiero para siempre, y que sigan en el futuro participando de él también me garantiza el presente.

No hay otra cosa, salvo el miedo a las cenizas.

Me callo ya.

24 de noviembre de 2007

Déjame que te diga, que te diga que a veces no sé qué decir.

Déjame que te diga que no sé qué decir.

Déjame que lo sienta, que sienta que no puedo.

Porque no puedo hacer más, sino lo que puedo.

Aunque quiera, no puedo correr.

La mar está oscura y la luz del faro solo resplandece.

Tras la niebla, no sé qué hay.

Déjame que te diga, déjame que lo sienta, que no te lo puedo decir.

24 de noviembre de 2007

Porque es lo que más necesitamos a nuestro alrededor. No siempre en él podemos ver las condiciones ideales para ejercerla, pero debemos mantenerla en nuestra cabeza.

Nos hará entender que el tiempo pasa a su debido tiempo, y que es él, y no otro, quien en su transcurrir dará una medida de las cosas, de los aconteceres.

Esperar a que amanezca un nuevo día y decir que ¡mañana será otro día! Es una opción, sí.

Dejar que llegue la noche y agradecerle su acogida, y la ocasión que nos da para encontrarnos con lo que hicimos las últimas horas desde el anterior amanecer. Es una opción, sí.

Y yo prefiero la llegada de la noche.

Me recuerda a los faros que desde lo alto del acantilado miran más allá de donde les da la vista; con la seguridad de que alguien está viéndoles y que, el solo hecho de encontrarse erguidos en la oscuridad, alumbra sobre los navegantes su única seguridad.

La seguridad de que, llegado el día, han podido vencer la tentación de hundirse en mitad de la mar o de estrellarse contra la costa a la que se dirigen, o la tentación de perder la templanza y olvidarse de mantener el rumbo que un día decidimos tomar.

22 de noviembre de 2007

Sí, hace más de un año que me han abandonado las musas. Pero me asalta una duda: ¿son ellas las que me han abandonado? Tengo serias dudas que hayan salido corriendo.

Quizás solo están durmiendo o quizás yo soy quien ha dejado de sentirlas.

Lo último que puede escribir era muy duro. Y hasta este momento en el que estoy ahora, bien pudiera parecer que lo que me ocurrió fue realmente definitivo. Debió serlo a juzgar por la distancia. Algo debió de morir entonces.

No hace mucho escribí que me habían abandonado las musas, pero, ha sido nombrarlas y empezar a tener un vago recuerdo de lo que hacían; de lo que me hacían contar, escribir, mirar.

Porque queriendo en cierta medida volver a los territorios del alma, no creo que deba impedir que sean ellas quienes vuelvan a orientarme, a mover el sentido en la dirección de mis manos y comenzar de nuevo a mirar el horizonte.

Serán ellas quienes decidan despertarse del largo sueño, serán ellas quienes, en última instancia, prenderán el faro de este acantilado desde el que quiero volver a mirar hacia dentro, volver a mirar hacia afuera…

27 de mayo de 2006

Sí, aquí estoy. De nuevo, que no nuevo. Qué va, qué va, que no, que no va, quiero decir. Ni yo mismo me entiendo, o sí. Como siempre, no sé —¿sabes?—.

Siempre que vuelvo a escribir, como ahora, ha pasado mucho tiempo. Y, en ese tiempo, siempre han pasado muchas cosas, muchos acontecimientos, si no externos, sí interiores. Es probable que no los describa porque siempre estaría escribiendo del pasado, pero, desde luego, aquello sobre lo que ahora pudiera empezar a escribir es con toda seguridad de lo mismo que sobre lo que no escribí, quizás hace meses.

No importa. De verdad, los sentimientos que me llevan a ello son los mismos, son ellos. Pensándolo bien, quiero decir que sigo siendo el mismo, sigo siendo igual, bueno, igual no, más acertado es decir que soy el mismo.

No sé hacer otra cosa que seguir siendo, al menos ser y, dejar ser. Aquí es donde más me duele, bueno, uno de los lugares donde más me duele: el dejar ser.

¿Que suerte de respeto hacia ti me hace temer permanentemente tu pérdida?. Cuando no es por una cosa, es por otra. Tanto en la cercanía como en la lejanía siento un aumento de la distancia. Es posible que siempre haya existido esa distancia, pero al saber de la posibilidad de la proximidad, la temo más, ese alejamiento que no puedo objetivar, pero que sí lo siento.

Esta noche he tenido una pesadilla: alguien sacó una pistola y me disparó en la cabeza. No pude hacer nada por evitarlo, era imposible, solo tenía mi palabra y la mirada. No me sirvieron. Ya estaba decidido ese destino.

Fue una pesadilla en duermevela, por eso, al estar un poco dormido y un poco despierto, creí que había sucedido de verdad y lo que pensé en ese momento y me ocurrió, creí que era verdad, que estaba ocurriendo. La certeza de mi propia desaparición.

Alguien me dispara en la cabeza y me quita de en medio. No sé por qué, nunca le he hecho nada a nadie, ¿por qué me ha matado? Sentí la presión de la bala al entrar y atravesar el cráneo y cómo mi cabeza caía vencida por su propio peso.

Ya no era nadie para sujetar su peso. No pensé en el dolor que no sentí: ya estaba muerto, ya no tenía marcha atrás, había traspasado una línea de la que no se vuelve. Pero sí pensé en lo que ya no podía sentir. Tuve un único pensamiento dirigido hacia todo aquello que ya no podría decir ni hacer. Hacía todo aquello que, no habiéndolo hecho, ya no tendría ocasión de hacerlo. Un pensamiento en el que era consciente de todo lo que ya en ese momento me habían obligado a perder. Para siempre, nunca más tendría ocasión de hablar, de sentir, de pensar.

Me hicieron perder todo aquello que quise, a todas aquellas personas a las que quería. Te perdí, a ti que me estás leyendo, sin poder despedirme. No pude como escribí en una ocasión morir abrazado.

Adiós.

The little grains of sand that fill our hourglass each have universes of their own.

Quiet sadness ambling with Grocery bags in hand. A mother's kindnesses doing what Little good they can.

When his anger flared Young eyes could not resist The show of exhibition's worst In rooms of meticulous smut.

The cats did not understand, But their stomachs did. In the days before He was discovered.

They have since Quit caring As soon as they heard The snap of a tuna can.

The wind only Understood That the shouting Had stopped.

The drippings of the Mortal remains Are still entombed Beneath that New vinyl floor.

Nobody Told The new Tenants.

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Everyone has weird neighbors. Some weirder than others.

I grew up in a strange place. The city, yes, odd, but oddity within oddity was my neighborhood. It was a cluster of about 12 houses in the middle of an industrial district. My across-the-street neighbors were the city's largest power transfer/transmission station. Massive towers, humming lines, rusted empire of pylons feeding every dwelling in town.

All of our neighbors were like us: weirdos. Who picks a house in place like this? Just people trying to exist. Who don't fear breaking the social norms.

And our next door neighbor, Mister Denton, fit right in.

To me, he was just always a very old man. He was quite fat, the shape of a bloated pear. Shoes to big and athletic socks always slouching and pants that were one slip away from dropping off altogether. His shirts in my memory were always greasy and mis-buttoned. Hair a wild swirl of salt and pepper and he wore coke-bottle glasses to be able to see.

Whenever Mister Denton stood, he always placed on hand on his hip, thumb down, like he was really pushing to put pressure on the hip, not just rest a hand. I would frequently see him walking down our dirt road headed to the grocery store with empty bags to carry everything home in. I lost count how many times my mom would give him a ride to or from the grocery store. In later years, she would just take him groceries.

The few times I can recall hearing him speak, he had a sort of high pitched voice for a man. Not squeaky, but just soft and high. This would have probably been when mom took him in the car. That's also where I got the lingering smell of body oder attached to his memory.

Most certainly mentally ill.

His house was an old World War Two era home. A tan stucco box with old rotting wood frame windows. The wall finish was cracked and falling off in several spots and the back of the house was asbestos armor.

A four-foot chain-link fence separated his house from ours, overgrown with trumpet vine—a flimsy attempt at privacy. To a pack of curious kids, that fence was not a boundary but an invitation. His windows had no curtains, no blinds, just greasy glass and rusty screens. It was practically daring us to look.

This invited snooping children to pop their heads up to see what they could discover. Especially when he started yelling at his cats. I never knew how many, but based on smell, way too many.

When Mister Denton raged, he screamed at the top of his lungs: a shrill, high-pitched fury that sliced through the neighborhood. Usually it was something food-related. The ritual became a game—one kid sneaking up to the window to report on the scene inside.

Which was frequently Mister Denton parading around in nothing more than his slouching athletic socks, grimy flip flops and a sagging, dingy pair of briefs. Only his coke-bottle glasses complimented his shocking lounge-wear.

Usually.

Sometimes he forewent the briefs.

Of the three windows we could safely peek into, the living room, the kitchen and a room that had become his library of paper back books, the kitchen provided the most 'entertainment'. It was on those cabinets and tables that he would open and sit cans of cat food. In my memory they are covered with open cans.

The library always attracted me, even though we rarely saw him there. A longtime fantasy of mine has been to have a room filled floor to ceiling with books. And though it was a small room, Mister Denton had that. It felt like a very wealthy feature for a poor broken man.

In my mind they were volumes of sci-fi and fantasy, worlds anew and adventures to be hand on this one. I was SORELY disappointed when, as an older teen, I was part of a crew that roofed his house and went sent inside to the library to clean up some debris that had fallen through the ceiling, I perused Mister Denton's titles and found what I guessed were smutty titles.

Of course, being the prudish teen I was, I'd never seen books of this sort. From the titles, one could estimate their contents. I could not. Curiosity being what it is to cats (and wolves), I plucked one book off and flipped through it and read a page, where i was disgusted to read of a man licking the anus of a woman on an airplane. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever heard of. Uhg! I had no idea people got up to these sorts of things, much less WROTE about them!

Immediately embarrassed, I nervously thrust the book back into his empty slot and noticed hundreds and hundreds of books with titles like; Trailer Park Temptresses; Nurses in Heat: ER After Dark; The Peach Orchard Diaries; Naughty Nights on Flight 69. It went on and on. My conflict between the man I saw and heard and his owning a large library of books suddenly was no conflict at all. Mister Denton was a pervert, pure and simple.

Now it all made sense.

To my knowledge, his interest in lurid books never translated to attention to little boys and little girls. Which in hind sight is a huge relief. We ran through our little kingdom day and night, nary an adult in sight riding herd over us.

I always felt sorry for my neighbor. He led a solitary life and while he no doubt had family, I never saw anyone visit him. Except my mother. As he got older she would take him food and meals. She was very kind that way.

It was this kindness that moved her to find Mister Denton after he had died. I am vague on the timing. Sometimes, I think I was still a teen living at home, others, married and out of my parent's home. I do have clear image of his bloated black and blue corpse through the rusted screen door and an overwhelming smell of decay.

Thankfully, I have no recollection of how the cats handled his death and decaying body once their canned food was no longer available.

That was many years ago, more than thirty, and yet I still think of him whenever I see that house next to mom and dad's place. I can no longer recall his first name or any other details about him. But, that small piece still lives in memory. As we all do. Even after we are gone from this mortal life, small vignettes exist for a time.

I do wish I had brighter, happier memories of the man who was my families neighbor for two decades, but reclusive personalities rarely shine their light on the outside world.

Mister Denton, should we one day meet again, I look forward to getting to know you and I'd love to hear how you remember your little strange neighbors on that dirt road in Dust Meridian.

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#poetry #memoire #story # journal #poetry #wyst #poetry #100daystooffset #writing #story #osxs #travel

I recently got a threee month trial to try out the Kagi Search. The search engine you pay for. This is weird, but it is actually great. Getting top-notch search results, almost every time. But this post was not about Kagi. It might come at a later date. A smaller write-up below about Kagi.

Alright, let’s cut through the fluff and give you the straight‑up lowdown on Kagi.

What is Kagi?

Kagi is a subscription‑based search engine that markets itself as a privacy‑first alternative to the big‑tech giants. Instead of mining your clicks for ad revenue, you pay a modest monthly fee (around $6–$10 depending on the plan) and get a clean, ad‑free experience where your data stays yours.

Why someone might pick Kagi over Google or Bing:

• Privacy‑by‑design – Kagi doesn’t track you acros the web, store personal identifiers, or build a profile to sell to advertisers. Your search history is encrypted and can be wiped at any time.
• No ads, no sponsored results – What you see is what you get. No “sponsored” links masquerading as organic results trying to lure you into a purchase you didn’t ask for.
• Customizable ranking – Users can tweak how results are prioritized (e.g., favor recent content, prioritize certain domains, or boost scholarly sources). It’s a bit like having a personal SEO consultant whispering in your ear.
• Integrated tools – Kagi bundles a few handy extras: a built‑in summarizer, quick‑look previews, and a “search within results” feature that feels like a Swiss‑army knife for digging deeper without firing off a new query.
• Speed & relevance – Because it isn’t bogged down by ad‑delivery pipelines, Kagi often returns results faster, and many users report that the top hits feel more on‑point for niche or technical queries.

The trade‑offs:

• Cost – It’s not free, so you’re paying for the privilege of not being tracked. If you’re comfortable with the ad‑driven model of mainstream engines, the price tag might feel unnecessary.
• Coverage – While Kagi indexes a huge swath of the web, its index isn’t quite as massive as Google’s. In ultra‑obscure corners of the internet, you might occasionally hit a dead end.
• Ecosystem lock‑in – Since it’s a paid service, you’re tied to its platform for the duration of your subscription. Switching back to a free engine later means losing any personalized ranking tweaks you set up.
• Bottom line: If you value privacy, hate ads, and don’t mind shelling out a few bucks for a cleaner, more controllable search experience, Kagi is a solid contender. If you’re happy letting Google sniff around your queries in exchange for free, lightning‑fast results, you probably won’t miss it.

Anyhow, I started contributing to Kagi as a translater.

• Kagi Search – Kagi is a subscription‑based search engine that markets itself as a privacy‑first alternative to the big‑tech giants.

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Just an unstructured and unfiltered inner-monologue.

I get up around the same time most days, usually around 6:30AM. There's something I like about coming down to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee while the world is just starting to wake up. Time feels slower. It's not noisy, but peaceful. These simple things have become a favorite part of my routine. The sound of the coffee machine, the taste of that first sip, clearing out my inbox.

As the sun begins to slowly light up the day, so does my mind with my emotions. I've battled emotional highs and lows for a good portion of my adult life, but fortunately I've had distractions that have helped along the way. Sometimes they were work related, or other times it would be alcohol. Perhaps it was a move to a new town, or planning trips. The distractions are a part of life. Arguably, the distractions are life.

Lately, though, those things have been gone. I don't drink anymore (and haven't for some time), and since going on my entrepreneurial sabbatical, I've found that I have fewer mental outlets. There's no work to plan around, no current trips being planned, or any of the usual life events.

I find that I need to take a moment to close my eyes and take stock of what is actually happening. The moment I'm living is often not justifying the emotions I'm feeling. The moment is far more mundane. It's safe. It's not “future land” where unfounded negative emotions arise. Such is the danger of an idle mind. But I would contend that we need to let our minds go idle. I've learned more about myself in the past few months of inactivity than all the years I spent being busy.

I am doing things like yoga, quieting my mind, and just closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. Furthermore, I'm focusing on being grateful and curious, but also opening myself to receive. What, exactly? I don't know, but just an overall disposition of reception.

I've learned that I am quite capable of love. More than anything, I love my wife. Obviously, I've always known this, but now that I've stripped away all the unnecessary bullshit, I can see with intense clarity the blessing she is in my life. I love our relationship and how it grows and matures as our marriage grows.

I also feel loved, and that's just as important. I never took stock of how it feels to be loved by someone else until I got rid of the noise in my life. To experience love is to experience a level of peace.

#personal

The BSD operating systems occupy a unique niche in the Unix landscape. They are not simply “alternatives to Linux.” They are coherent operating systems built from a single source tree, designed under unified standards, and engineered with long-term maintainability in mind. OpenBSD, in particular, shows how disciplined engineering can shape a kernel and userland that behave predictably even under demanding conditions.

Kernel Structure and Internal Mechanics

The BSD kernels follow a monolithic-but-modular architecture. Subsystems such as the virtual memory system, network stack, filesystem layers, and device drivers operate within a shared address space but remain cleanly separated through strict internal interfaces.

OpenBSD’s virtual memory system is a refined implementation of NetBSD’s UVM. Over the years, the OpenBSD team has removed undefined behavior, tightened boundary checks, and simplified internal paths. The kernel’s malloc(9) allocator uses randomized allocation patterns, guard pages, and strict size verification to prevent memory corruption and use-after-free attacks.

Interrupt handling is intentionally conservative. OpenBSD avoids complex interrupt-threading mechanisms, prioritizing clarity and auditability over maximum parallel throughput. This results in a predictable and transparent CPU interrupt model.

Filesystems and I/O Strategy

OpenBSD primarily relies on the Fast File System (FFS) with soft updates journaling. While this may appear minimalistic compared to advanced filesystems like ZFS, the decision reflects OpenBSD’s preference for correctness and simplicity. A simpler filesystem is easier to audit, less error-prone, and reduces the probability of kernel-level memory vulnerabilities.

FreeBSD takes a different approach. Its ZFS integration includes ARC caching, snapshots, send/receive replication, and robust error correction. The contrast illustrates how BSD variants follow their own philosophies—OpenBSD favors a tight core, while FreeBSD embraces feature-rich solutions for large-scale deployments.

Networking: Architecture and Implementation Nuance

Networking is where BSDs have historically excelled.

OpenBSD’s Packet Filter (PF) is integrated deeply into the network stack. It offers a concise rule syntax, stateful inspection, normalization, and traffic shaping. The state table forms the heart of PF’s performance design, and OpenBSD developers continuously refine it to avoid bottlenecks during connection surges such as SYN floods.

The ARP and IPv6 neighbor discovery subsystems have undergone substantial rewrites to eliminate unsafe patterns and ensure full protocol compliance.

FreeBSD, on the other hand, pushes raw networking performance. With advanced TCP algorithms like RACK and high-throughput NIC drivers, it can saturate modern 40–100 Gbit environments. NUMA-aware design in both VM and networking layers gives it a significant edge in multi-socket server systems.

Syscall Layer and Userland Integration

BSD systems treat the syscall interface with long-term stability in mind. ABI-breaking changes are avoided unless absolutely necessary, and compatibility layers remain in place for years. This cautious evolution makes BSD systems reliable platforms for embedded appliances, firewalls, and long-lived servers.

OpenBSD’s userland and kernel form a unified ecosystem. System daemons like bgpd(8), iked(8), and relayd(8) use kernel-enforced restrictions such as: • pledge(2) — syscall whitelisting • unveil(2) — selective filesystem visibility • Privilege separation — splitting processes into minimal-privilege components

These are not retrofitted security additions; they are deeply integrated into the OS design.

Development Culture and Codebase Integrity

The culture of BSD development is its strongest asset.

OpenBSD emphasizes readable, consistent code. Developers avoid layering abstractions for convenience; instead they refactor aggressively to maintain clarity. Kernel APIs deprecated for internal reasons are removed only after a staged transition, preserving system stability.

The unified base system model means kernel, libraries, and core userland utilities evolve together. There is no fragmentation between upstream, distributors, and packagers. The result is a system where decisions flow smoothly from architectural principle to implementation.

Closing Perspective

BSD systems excel not by chasing trends but by adhering to coherent internal philosophies. • OpenBSD focuses on correctness and proactive security. • FreeBSD pursues performance, scalability, and advanced features. • NetBSD pushes portability and clean architecture across countless platforms.

Exploring BSD means stepping into an operating system lineage where clarity and long-term stability guide every subsystem. In a world of ever-increasing complexity, the BSD approach shows that disciplined engineering still produces systems that are secure, maintainable, and built to endure.