Our most honest language.

I feel like Jodi Foster when she first gets a look at alien worlds on her journey in ‘Contact’.

“They should have sent a poet.”

Oh wait! We did.

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Oh. My. God.

I haven’t had many hands teach me what my body knows,

but this one— this one spoke fluently.

And my body— It understood the assignment.

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I’ve had few massages in my young life, but I most certainly just had the best one.

My Portuguese masseuse’s youth belied her strength and skill. She had a grip like iron and pressed hot rocks on my pale veneer with the force of a titan. Slicked with oil and barely present, I traveled the world in ninety minutes. I never dozed, it was too demanding of my pleasure centers to let go that way. But I did drift subconsciously—to my heart-home, to friends, to strangers, even to fruit—trading breath with the meaning of life.

At one point I was speaking to a politician who was a head of lettuce. He didn’t have much to contribute.

The absolute pleasure of being kneaded and stroked by a stranger’s hands simply cannot be matched. Unless—perhaps the hands of a lover. That, though, would produce wholly different somatic reactions.

Joy. Utter joy.

The sounds of the space—for you only have the two senses, sound and touch—were heightened tenfold; a repeated splash of water rinsing the hot rocks, the soft grinding of two hard things together, the oil audibly glistened in the cloistered room.

Viscous, wet and warm, smears slick lubricants that get traced by stones feeling something like hot chocolate poured over and down your body. It takes a moment to realize the tension is heat, not liquid.

The space is small and dark and so, so very soft. Music and candlelight set a mood undeniably tuned to unfold the body and mind. The therapist’s beauty and easy countenance rub away any hesitancy. She is utterly composed and professional.

I expected tears considering the weighty emotions I’ve been harboring, but the session produces only peace and occasionally unprovoked laughter.

When it ends, it does not do so abruptly. The hands leave, the stones cool, the oil settles into skin like a secret. I am still myself, but rearranged—pliable, unguarded, briefly absolved of the effort of being held together.

An hour of steam and shower cycles complete the day’s self-care leaving my skin golden and glowing with the texture of silk. The steam has choked out the contaminants and allowed me a short spirit journey from the heat and cold plunges.

I step back into the world slower than I entered it, aware that for a little while, my body was allowed to speak without interruption. Even now, it thanks me —for thinking of it at all.

Rain again. As if the sky wakes up every morning and decides to be a problem. Streets turn slick, shoes get ruined, and the air smells like something that should’ve stayed buried. Convenient.

Thunder always needs to participate. Loud, abrupt, demanding attention. It doesn’t warn you, it just interrupts like it enjoys reminding everyone who’s in control. People flinch, then pretend it’s charming. I don’t agree with them.

Cold weather works the same way. It slows your hands, tightens your body, and turns simple movements into effort. You don’t live through it, you endure it. The day becomes something to survive instead of use.

They say it makes you feel alive. I think people confuse irritation with meaning.

Some of us appreciate warmth, clarity, and silence. The rain offers none of those. And some say it makes them feel alive. I think they confuse discomfort with depth

If I wanted chaos, I’d create it myself.

Sincerely,

With no warmth,

The Sky’s Critic

There are seasons when faith does not feel victorious. There are moments when belief does not look confident, strong, or celebrated. There are days when you love God sincerely, serve faithfully, speak truthfully—and still feel pressed, exhausted, and misunderstood. Second Corinthians chapter four was written for those seasons. Not for the highlight-reel moments of faith, but for the quiet, costly days when obedience hurts and perseverance feels heavy. This chapter does not offer polite encouragement or shallow optimism. It offers defiant faith. It teaches believers how to remain standing when circumstances try to wear them down.

Paul does not write this chapter as someone detached from suffering. He writes as someone who is living inside it—bruised but breathing, worn but not broken, targeted but unyielding. The deeper you read, the clearer it becomes that Paul is not trying to explain suffering away. He is teaching believers how to outlast it. Second Corinthians four is a manifesto for anyone who refuses to let darkness have the final word. It is for the believer who continues forward even when progress is slow, affirmation is absent, and the cost feels unfair.

Paul opens the chapter by anchoring everything in mercy. He says that because he has received mercy, he does not lose heart. That detail matters. Paul does not credit his endurance to strength, talent, or resilience. He traces it back to mercy. He continues not because he is impressive, but because God was merciful enough to entrust him with truth. The calling was not earned. It was given. And remembering that changes everything. Gratitude becomes stronger than discouragement. Quitting becomes harder, not because pain disappears, but because mercy reframes the purpose of endurance.

Paul immediately addresses the temptation to lose heart because he knows how quickly discouragement whispers that it is time to stop. But mercy reshapes that voice. If God was merciful enough to reveal truth and entrust it to fragile people, then walking away from that calling would mean walking away from something sacred. So Paul continues. Not because it is comfortable, but because it is entrusted.

He then makes a bold statement about integrity. He says he has renounced hidden shame, manipulation, and deceit. He refuses to twist Scripture or use craftiness to gain followers. This is not abstract theology; it is a declaration of character. Paul understands that truth does not need distortion to be effective. Light does not require embellishment. Truth does not need marketing. It needs honesty. His responsibility is not to guarantee acceptance, but to present truth plainly and faithfully. What people do with it is not his to control.

Paul acknowledges that clarity does not guarantee understanding. He admits that if the message seems veiled, it is not because the light is weak, but because blindness exists. He explains that spiritual forces actively distort perception and harden hearts. This insight changes how believers respond to resistance. It removes arrogance and replaces it with humility. Paul does not fight blindness with pressure or force. He fights it with light and truth, trusting God to do what only God can do.

He then clarifies his mission plainly. He does not preach himself. He preaches Jesus Christ as Lord and sees himself as a servant for Jesus’ sake. This statement cuts against every temptation to make faith about personality, platform, or recognition. Paul knows that when Christ remains the focus, endurance becomes possible. Worth is no longer measured by response or success. Service becomes an act of worship rather than a search for validation.

Paul then introduces one of the most powerful metaphors in Scripture. He explains that the same God who spoke light into creation has spoken light into human hearts. But that light is carried in fragile containers—earthen vessels. This is intentional. Human weakness is not a mistake. It ensures that the power is clearly God’s and not ours. If the container were flawless, the attention would rest on the vessel. But when a cracked container still radiates light, the glory belongs to God alone.

This understanding reframes weakness entirely. Paul does not hide his limitations. He understands their purpose. Pressure, confusion, persecution, and hardship do not disappear, but they do not define the ending. Paul describes being pressed without being crushed, perplexed without despair, persecuted without abandonment, struck down without destruction. This is not denial. It is resilience rooted in conviction. God’s presence changes the outcome, even when it does not remove the experience.

Paul then speaks of carrying both death and life within himself. He explains that the dying of Jesus is present in his body so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed. Faith is not only about resurrection. It also involves participation in surrender. Obedience often requires dying to comfort, control, ego, and safety. But that surrender creates space for resurrection power to become visible. There is no bypass around the cross, but there is always life beyond it.

He acknowledges that his suffering produces life in others. Death works in him, but life flows outward. This is the quiet cost of faithful service. Sometimes endurance does not bring immediate relief. Sometimes it becomes nourishment for others. Paul does not resent this. He accepts it as part of the calling, and that acceptance transforms how he carries the weight.

Paul anchors everything in faith and future hope. Because he believes, he speaks. Faith does not wait for ideal conditions. It speaks because truth demands expression. Paul knows resurrection is coming. He knows suffering does not get the final word. He knows glory outweighs pain. That certainty fuels his perseverance and sustains his courage.

This chapter begins turning our eyes toward eternity. Paul understands that present hardship is not the whole story. Grace multiplies through endurance, thanksgiving rises, and God is glorified. Perspective changes everything. When the eternal is kept in view, the temporary loses its power to crush the soul.

Paul does not conclude 2 Corinthians 4 by promising relief from suffering. Instead, he offers something far more sustaining: a radical shift in how suffering is understood. He lifts the reader’s attention away from what is immediately visible—the exhaustion, the pressure, the slow erosion of strength—and directs it toward something deeper and eternal. Paul knows that endurance is not sustained by denial, but by perspective. What you look at determines how long you last.

He repeats the phrase, “Therefore we do not lose heart,” not because discouragement is gone, but because it keeps returning. Losing heart is not a one-time failure; it is a recurring temptation. Paul shows us that perseverance is not passive—it is a daily choice. The reason he can continue choosing endurance is because he has learned to measure life correctly.

He speaks honestly about the physical reality of faithfulness. The outer self is wasting away. Obedience takes a toll. Time, stress, persecution, and sacrifice leave marks on the body and the mind. Paul does not spiritualize this away or pretend that faith protects us from weariness. He acknowledges it plainly. The cost is real.

But alongside that reality, Paul introduces a deeper truth that changes everything. While the outer self declines, the inner self is being renewed day by day. This renewal is not dramatic or visible. It happens quietly, beneath the surface, in places no one applauds. While circumstances may worsen, something eternal is being strengthened within. God does not wait for comfort to bring renewal. He restores from the inside even when the outside feels unstable.

This is where many believers struggle. We assume growth should feel like relief. We expect spiritual renewal to coincide with easier circumstances. Paul teaches the opposite. Often, renewal happens while life remains hard. God’s work is not dependent on our environment. His strength is not delayed by difficulty.

Then Paul makes a statement that sounds shocking unless eternity is taken seriously. He calls his suffering “light” and “momentary.” This is not because his suffering was small. Paul endured beatings, imprisonment, rejection, hunger, danger, and constant pressure. He is not minimizing pain. He is comparing it. When suffering is measured against eternity, its weight changes.

Paul explains that present affliction is producing an eternal weight of glory that far outweighs it. This is not poetic language meant to comfort the hurting. It is a spiritual reality. Suffering does not merely coexist with glory—it produces it. Faithfulness under pressure shapes eternity. Nothing endured in obedience is wasted. Nothing carried for Christ disappears. Every unseen act of endurance contributes to something lasting and immeasurable.

This truth reshapes how life is evaluated. We naturally measure meaning by comfort, success, visibility, and outcomes. Paul measures by eternity. What feels heavy now is light when compared to what is coming. What feels long now is brief when viewed through the lens of forever. And what feels costly now is small compared to the glory being formed through it.

Paul then gives the defining instruction of the chapter: where to place our focus. He says we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. This is not escapism. It is alignment. What is seen is temporary. What is unseen is eternal. Paul is not denying reality; he is ranking it. The visible world is real, but it does not last. The unseen work of God is quieter, but it endures.

This shift in focus changes everything about endurance. When attention stays locked on visible outcomes, discouragement grows quickly. Results fluctuate. Recognition fades. Circumstances change. But when focus is fixed on eternal realities, faith becomes resilient. Faith is not blind optimism. It is disciplined attention. Paul chooses where to look, even when pain demands his gaze.

The unseen world Paul describes is not imaginary. It is the realm of God’s presence, promises, and purposes. It is the slow shaping of character, the deepening of trust, the strengthening of hope. These things cannot be measured by numbers or observed by crowds, but they carry eternal significance. They are the things God values most.

Paul understands that if believers only value what can be seen, they will burn out quickly. But when faith is anchored in what God is doing internally and eternally, endurance becomes possible. This is why Paul can remain faithful without bitterness, resilient without collapse, and hopeful without denial. His life is not anchored to outcomes. It is anchored to eternity.

Second Corinthians 4 ultimately teaches that faith is not about avoiding suffering, but about interpreting it correctly. Pain does not signal abandonment. Pressure does not mean failure. Weakness does not equal defeat. Often, these are the very places where God’s power is most clearly displayed.

Paul invites believers into a different way of living—one that values inner renewal over external ease, eternal glory over temporary comfort, and unseen faithfulness over visible success. This chapter does not promise that hardship will stop pressing. It promises that pressure will not win. It does not promise immediate reward. It promises eternal weight.

When everything visible urges you to quit, this chapter speaks something stronger: keep going. Not because it is easy. Not because it is noticed. But because what God is doing in and through you reaches far beyond what your eyes can see.

And that is why the light refuses to be silenced.

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**Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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This started out as a Remark.as response to this post from Ernest Ortiz. Once it became long enough, I decided to make it a proper blog post instead.

So, here's my response to his question about my “writer's carry”:

Interesting, I've never heard it called a “writer's carry”, but it does make sense.

I used to write down my thoughts and ideas on my bullet journal. That habit slowly faded away once I started using Obsidian on my phone. Since my bullet journal is too big to carry around with me all the time, I still primarily write down thoughts and ideas on my phone first. But lately, I've been trying to get back to more analog writing, and have been writing to my bullet journal more.

I currently have a navy blue Bullet Journal, the official one that is a collab with Leuchtterm1917. As for my pen, when I'm at the office, I write with a Uni Jetstream pen. And when I'm at home, I use my Zebra Sarasa pen. Everywhere else where I can't easily write into my bullet journal, I use Obsidian on my phone.

#Response #Writing #BulletJournal

Most people think the hardest part of faith is believing in God. In reality, the hardest part of faith is believing that what you are doing today actually matters. Not tomorrow. Not when results show up. Not when something finally breaks open and proves you were right to keep going. Today. This ordinary, repetitive, often unseen day. The day where you wake up, do what you know is right, try again, and go to bed wondering if any of it is adding up to something meaningful. That is where faith is truly tested. Not in crisis, not in emergency, but in consistency.

There is a quiet exhaustion that comes from doing the right thing without immediate reward. It does not feel dramatic. It does not feel heroic. It feels mundane. It feels like pouring yourself into something that might not be noticed, might not be appreciated, and might not ever grow the way you hoped. That exhaustion is rarely talked about in spiritual conversations, but it is one of the most common places where people begin to drift. Not because they stop believing in God, but because they stop believing that their obedience is being counted.

We often assume that if God were truly working, something obvious would be happening. Doors would open faster. Growth would be visible. Circumstances would shift. But Scripture does not support that assumption. Over and over again, God’s greatest work happens beneath the surface, long before anyone can see it. Roots grow in darkness. Seeds split open underground. Faithfulness matures in silence. And if you do not understand that, you will mistake delay for denial and patience for failure.

The story of the bread and the fish is often told as a miracle of abundance, but at its core, it is a lesson about faithfulness. A boy brings what he has. It is not impressive. It is not sufficient. It does not make logical sense to offer it to a crowd of thousands. Yet that offering becomes the very thing God chooses to use. Not because it was large, but because it was surrendered. That distinction matters more than most people realize.

Many people are waiting for God to give them something bigger before they are willing to be faithful. More clarity. More confidence. More confirmation. More resources. But God often waits for faithfulness before He releases multiplication. He does not work on the scale we expect. He works on the scale of obedience. The boy did not bring enough to feed the crowd. He brought enough to trust God. And that was the point.

There is a subtle but dangerous lie that creeps into our thinking over time. It says that if what you are doing were truly significant, it would feel significant. If it mattered, it would feel rewarding. If God were in it, it would be easier. That lie slowly erodes perseverance. It convinces good, faithful people to quit not because they are rebellious, but because they are tired of waiting for evidence.

Faithfulness rarely feels powerful in the moment. It feels repetitive. It feels small. It feels like you are doing the same thing over and over without proof that it is working. But heaven measures differently than we do. God is not impressed by scale. He is attentive to surrender. He is not watching for perfection. He is watching for consistency.

One of the most overlooked details in the feeding of the five thousand is that Jesus gave thanks before the multiplication happened. Gratitude came first. Not after everyone was full. Not after leftovers were collected. Before. That moment reveals something essential about the nature of faith. Gratitude is not the result of blessing. Gratitude is an act of trust that acknowledges God’s presence even when provision is not yet visible.

It takes more faith to give thanks when you do not yet see results than it does to give thanks after everything works out. Anyone can be grateful when the miracle is obvious. True faith gives thanks when the situation still looks unchanged. That kind of gratitude is not denial. It is alignment. It aligns your heart with God’s character instead of your circumstances.

Many people confuse gratitude with passivity. They assume that being thankful means settling or pretending things are fine when they are not. But biblical gratitude is active. It does not deny the problem. It acknowledges God within the problem. It says, “I do not see how this will work, but I trust who You are.” That posture changes everything.

The bread multiplied as it was distributed. Not before. Not while it sat untouched. It multiplied in motion. That detail matters deeply for anyone who feels stuck. God often chooses to reveal provision while you are moving forward, not while you are waiting for certainty. Obedience creates space for multiplication. Movement invites miracle.

This is where many people stall. They want assurance before action. They want confirmation before commitment. They want to know the outcome before they take the step. But faith does not work that way. Faith moves first and understands later. Faith obeys before it sees. Faith trusts that God will meet you somewhere on the path, not at the starting line.

There is a unique frustration that comes from doing what you believe God asked you to do while feeling like nothing is changing. It can feel humiliating. It can feel lonely. It can feel like you misunderstood Him. But Scripture is filled with people who obeyed long before they saw results. Noah built an ark under clear skies. Abraham walked without knowing where he was going. Moses confronted Pharaoh before freedom was visible. Obedience always precedes outcome.

Consistency is not glamorous. Showing up every day does not feel miraculous. It feels ordinary. It feels like discipline. It feels like stubbornness. But in God’s economy, faithfulness compounds. Every small act of obedience builds something you cannot yet see. Every day you refuse to quit strengthens something eternal.

The enemy rarely tries to stop faithful people with dramatic temptation. More often, he wears them down with discouragement. He whispers that their effort is wasted. That their obedience is unnoticed. That their consistency is pointless. Those whispers are dangerous not because they are loud, but because they are persistent. If left unchallenged, they slowly convince people to abandon the very thing God is using to shape them.

God is not rushed. That truth can either frustrate you or free you. He is not operating on your timeline. He is forming your character, strengthening your trust, and deepening your dependence. Sometimes the delay is not about preparation for the blessing. It is about preparation for stewardship. God knows what multiplication does to the human heart. He often builds faithfulness first so that blessing does not become a burden.

There are seasons where obedience feels costly and fruitless at the same time. Those seasons are refining seasons. They strip away the need for recognition. They expose whether you are serving for results or for faithfulness. They reveal whether your trust is rooted in outcomes or in God Himself. Those seasons are uncomfortable, but they are sacred.

Many people stop too soon. They quit just before something breaks open. They leave just before the multiplication becomes visible. Not because they were unfaithful, but because they were exhausted by the waiting. But waiting is not wasted time in God’s hands. Waiting is often where trust is solidified.

Faithfulness does not mean forcing results. It means remaining obedient regardless of results. It means continuing to show up even when nothing seems to be changing. It means choosing gratitude even when you are tired of hoping. That kind of faith is not loud, but it is strong.

God notices the days no one else sees. He counts the prayers whispered in exhaustion. He remembers the obedience offered without applause. Heaven keeps records differently than earth does. What feels insignificant to you may be shaping something far greater than you realize.

Some of the most important spiritual work happens in seasons that feel unproductive. They are building endurance. They are forming humility. They are teaching you to rely on God rather than momentum. Those lessons are not optional. They are essential.

You may feel like what you are offering is small. Limited energy. Limited time. Limited strength. But God has never needed abundance to create abundance. He multiplies what is surrendered, not what is impressive. He works through faithfulness, not flashiness.

Showing up every day is an act of faith. Gratitude in the waiting is an act of trust. Obedience without evidence is an act of worship. These are not small things. They are the foundation of spiritual growth.

If you are tired, you are not weak. If you are discouraged, you are not failing. If you are questioning whether it matters, you are human. But do not confuse fatigue with futility. Do not mistake silence for absence. Do not interpret delay as disapproval.

God is still at work, even when you cannot see it. Especially when you cannot see it.

There is a quiet confidence that develops in people who keep going. Not arrogance. Not entitlement. A deep, settled trust that says, “I may not see the outcome yet, but I know who I am walking with.” That confidence cannot be rushed. It is built day by day through faithful obedience.

You do not need to do more. You need to remain faithful to what you are already doing. You do not need a new calling. You need perseverance in the current one. You do not need more signs. You need endurance.

God multiplies in His time, not ours. But when He does, it is undeniable. And often, when you look back, you realize that the most important work happened long before the visible breakthrough.

Keep showing up. Keep giving thanks. Keep trusting God with what feels small. Heaven is paying attention, even when it feels quiet.

One of the greatest misunderstandings in modern faith is the idea that progress should always feel encouraging. We assume that if we are on the right path, motivation will stay high, clarity will increase, and results will slowly but steadily confirm that we are doing the right thing. But that assumption collapses when tested against real life. In reality, some of the most important seasons of faith feel confusing, repetitive, and emotionally draining. Not because God is absent, but because He is forming something deeper than momentum.

There is a version of faith that thrives on excitement and affirmation. It grows quickly when things are new and visible. But there is another kind of faith, a quieter kind, that develops only through endurance. This is the faith that learns to obey without constant reassurance. It does not depend on emotional highs or public affirmation. It is anchored in trust rather than feeling. And that kind of faith can only be formed through time.

Many people underestimate how much strength it takes to keep showing up when nothing changes. They think courage looks like bold action or dramatic sacrifice. But courage often looks like consistency. It looks like getting up again, praying again, serving again, believing again, even when the emotional reward is gone. That kind of courage is invisible to the world, but it is deeply visible to God.

The temptation in long seasons of faithfulness is to believe that if nothing is happening outwardly, nothing is happening inwardly. But that could not be further from the truth. Obedience shapes character. Gratitude reshapes perspective. Perseverance builds spiritual muscle. These are not secondary outcomes. They are central to God’s work in your life.

God is not just interested in what you accomplish. He is deeply invested in who you become while you are accomplishing it. That is why He often allows seasons where progress feels slow. Not to punish you, but to protect you. Rapid growth without deep roots produces fragile faith. God prefers strong roots over fast results.

There is also something profoundly humbling about offering God the same faithfulness day after day without knowing when or how He will respond. It strips away control. It removes bargaining. It forces you to trust God for who He is, not for what He gives. That kind of trust is rare, and God values it deeply.

We often imagine that when God multiplies something, it will suddenly feel easy. But multiplication does not remove responsibility. In fact, it often increases it. That is why God forms faithfulness before fruitfulness. He prepares your heart before He expands your influence. He strengthens your endurance before He widens your reach.

If God were to multiply everything immediately, many of us would be crushed by the weight of it. We think we want instant growth, instant recognition, instant breakthrough. But God sees the whole picture. He knows what your soul can carry. And He is patient enough to build you slowly.

One of the quiet dangers of our culture is that it equates value with visibility. If something is not seen, shared, or celebrated, it is assumed to be insignificant. But God has never worked that way. Scripture is filled with unseen moments that shaped history. Private prayers. Silent obedience. Years of preparation that no one applauded. Those moments mattered more than anyone realized at the time.

Your faithfulness is not invisible to God. Not a single act of obedience goes unnoticed. Not a single prayer is ignored. Not a single day of perseverance is wasted. Heaven keeps account in ways we cannot measure.

There are days when showing up feels like an act of defiance. You are not energized. You are not confident. You are simply refusing to quit. Those days matter more than you think. They are declarations of trust in the face of uncertainty. They say, “I will not let discouragement make my decisions.”

God does not need your enthusiasm as much as He desires your faithfulness. Enthusiasm fades. Faithfulness endures. When motivation runs out, faithfulness keeps walking. When clarity disappears, faithfulness keeps obeying. That is why faithfulness is so powerful. It does not depend on conditions.

Gratitude plays a crucial role in this kind of faith. Not because it changes circumstances immediately, but because it keeps your heart aligned with God. Gratitude prevents bitterness. It softens frustration. It reminds you that God has been faithful before, even if the present moment feels uncertain.

When Jesus gave thanks before the bread multiplied, He was modeling a trust that transcends outcomes. He was acknowledging God’s sufficiency before evidence appeared. That posture changes how you experience waiting. Waiting becomes purposeful instead of pointless. It becomes active trust rather than passive frustration.

There is also freedom in accepting that you are not responsible for the multiplication. You are responsible for the offering. God handles the increase. That truth removes pressure. It allows you to focus on obedience rather than outcome. It shifts your role from producer to steward.

Many people burn out because they try to control results that only God can create. They measure their faith by outcomes instead of obedience. They exhaust themselves trying to force growth rather than trusting God’s timing. But faithfulness releases you from that burden. It allows you to rest while still remaining obedient.

Some seasons are meant to teach you how to remain steady without visible reward. Those seasons are not failures. They are foundations. They prepare you for moments when God’s work becomes visible. Without those foundations, visible success becomes spiritually dangerous.

If you are still showing up, still praying, still trusting, still offering what you have, you are not behind. You are not failing. You are not forgotten. You are being formed. And that formation matters more than you realize.

God’s multiplication is never random. It is intentional. It is timed. And when it comes, it often reveals that what felt like stagnation was actually preparation. You will look back and see how much was happening beneath the surface.

Until then, your calling is simple, though not easy. Remain faithful. Stay grateful. Keep offering what you have. Trust God with what you cannot control.

The miracle does not begin when circumstances change. It begins when you decide not to quit. When you choose obedience over ease. When you give thanks before evidence. When you show up again, even when it feels small.

That is where real faith lives.

And that kind of faith never goes unnoticed by God.

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**Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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Red supposedly represents anger or power. It also represents the expendable red shirts in the Star Trek TOS-era. I am the latter for this body is merely a temporary vessel before the afterlife; I try to use it to help others as much as possible.

At my disposal, my red wooden pencil and red notebook are always there to write my ideas and thoughts. I then use my red phone to type and post my blog articles. These three items help me spread my words throughout the online world.

This is not to brag or think I’m better than everyone else. I’m at the point in my life where I want to contribute whenever possible. It’s a calling, not a job. I can make money elsewhere.

What’s your writer’s carry?

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JOURNAL 18 décembre 2025

En direct de notre envoyée spéciale au kotatsu et malgré qu'elle se gèle le culte de sa personnalité. Donc entrevues avec mes deux psys. Pour le check-up je suis un modèle standard, la japonaise type, moyenne partout, faut pas se croire unique c’est pas un film de Spielberg, ma petite je suis d'une banalité standard. 😞 Pour le côté psy, les deux sont ravis que je fasse une pause dans mon introspection, ils m’ont toujours dit que j'allais trop vite. Je vais beaucoup mieux, il y a beaucoup moins de croix à gauche dans les questionnaires, beaucoup moins de rouge dans la marge. Ils sont contents de ça aussi. Je suis maintenant classée dans les dinguottes légères, limite ça passerait inaperçu mais maintenant qu’ils me tiennent ils ne veulent pas me lâcher. J'ai un clair syndrome d'abandon. C’est très courant au Japon. Je le conjure très bien paraît-il en étant très amoureuse et fidèle 😎 Il me faudra compléter mon travail pour me libérer de je sais pas quoi, mais je crois deviner que c’est en rapport avec ma famille et en particulier mon frère aîné et je commence à me faire une idée du problème et ça m'embête.

tatataaam

Je les reverrai après les vacances, ils m'ont conseillé de me bien vider la tête. Samedi soir vacances Le ministère n'a toujours pas répondu pour l'autorisation de s'éloigner de tôkyô de A. 😓

Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

Culprit until time runs out

The clock is ticking, as relentlessly as the hours before. It’s the middle of the night and the clock on the wall is ticking.

What a burden, such a heavy conscious, isn’t it? If it were only that, you‘d be sound asleep. And in consequence, so might I.

I can’t pretend not to be tired. The day was long and busy. No, the fight for this night was not decided during the day but at its end: I had a friendly chat with colleagues. Exchanging ideas, plans, the state of projects. It started oh so confidently. Until the lightning.

So dramatic again... „lightning“ was simply a sudden realization (which hit me like lightning): one detail, one project point, one optional – probably totally not optional task... did I do it? And how probably totally not optional was it now?

Repercussions for the entire project, for the entire team. Because of a small oversight on your side. Totally avoidable, all the more dire. The clock on the wall is ticking, George is nagging. As relentlessly as the hours before. And no chance to check how optional and dire.

They will remember and they should. It’s bad. One sleepless night? More likely the first of many. Tick tick tick... will they remember? For how long? I wouldn’t. But you will. But I will. You can’t forget, you can’t escape, you can’t forgive. Yourself.

He’s not even trying to hide the double–standard. So strong is his grip on the game: I could – I would – forgive a thing like this. No evil intent, no clear big warning in the requirements, an oversight. A human one. But your standards on yourself aren’t „human“ level.

They sometimes are! But you don’t want be to see this, do you? Not at this hour, at tick tick tick o’clock. The hour doesn’t matter. Now, tomorrow, always. Not the hour but the company. I’m alone and tired. I’m easy prey and victim to your ticking. Right now I’m the entire world and you blame me worth of one.

I would forgive, I will forget. Life moves on, unimpressed by time seeming to tick the same way it has been as long as I remember.

We still don’t know if it was crucial or optional. You never bothered: guilty until proven otherwise and even then. The only thing truly optional are your beating – and the battery in that clock.

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Gdansk är en stad som bär sin historia öppet men samtidigt känns levande och självklar i nuet. På två dagar hinner du få en stark känsla för platsen, promenera genom århundraden av dramatik, äta väldigt gott och ändå ha tid att bara slå dig ner med en kaffe vid vattnet och titta på folk.

Börja första dagen i den gamla stadskärnan, Główne Miasto, där nästan varje gata känns som ett vykort. Långa torget, Długi Targ, leder dig rakt in i stadens hjärta med färgglada fasader, Neptunusfontänen och det pampiga rådhuset. Ta god tid på dig och gå in i Mariakyrkan, en av världens största tegelkyrkor. Klättrar du upp i tornet belönas du med utsikt över hela staden och hamninloppet. Fortsätt ner mot floden Motława där den ikoniska träkranen Żuraw minner om Gdansks tid som viktig hansestad. Här är det perfekt att strosa längs kajen, kika i små butiker som säljer bärnsten och slå sig ner för en första lunch.

När det gäller mat finns det mycket att välja på. För klassisk polsk husmanskost med modern twist passar restauranger som Goldwasser eller Restauracja Gvara, där pierogi, soppor och långkok serveras i snygg tappning. Vill du ha något lättare fungerar det fint med fisk eller sallad på någon av uteserveringarna längs vattnet. Missa inte att prova lokalt öl, Gdansk har en stark bryggartradition som märks både på menyerna och i barerna.

På eftermiddagen kan du fördjupa dig i stadens moderna historia. En kort spårvagnsresa tar dig till Europeiska solidaritetscentret, ett arkitektoniskt slående museum som berättar om fackföreningsrörelsen Solidarność och dess betydelse för Polens och Europas samtidshistoria. Utställningarna är engagerande även för den som inte är djupt historiskt bevandrad. Har du mer tid och energi kan du fortsätta till varvsområdet som numera är fyllt av barer, ateljéer och kulturevenemang.

Kvällen spenderas med fördel tillbaka i centrum. Gdansk har ett överraskande bra utbud av restauranger i mellan- och toppklass. Restauranger som Eliksir kombinerar mat och cocktails på hög nivå, medan Fino erbjuder mer elegant fine dining med fokus på säsongens råvaror. Efter middagen är det trevligt att ta en promenad längs floden när byggnaderna speglar sig i vattnet och staden känns lugnare men fortfarande levande.

Dag två kan börja lite långsammare. En bra frukost eller brunch är lätt att hitta, till exempel på Drukarnia Café eller Retro Café, där kaffe och bakverk håller hög nivå. Därefter passar det bra att lämna innerstaden en stund. Ta dig till Westerplatte, platsen där andra världskriget inleddes, och promenera bland monumenten i den stillsamma parken. Kontrasten mellan naturen, havsluften och den tunga historien gör besöket starkt men värt tiden.

Tillbaka i Gdansk kan eftermiddagen ägnas åt shopping och små upptäckter. Ulica Mariacka är en av stadens charmigaste gator med sina smala trappor, smyckesbutiker och konstgallerier. Här hittar du mycket hantverk och bärnsten i bättre kvalitet än i de mest turisttäta kvarteren. Om vädret tillåter är en båttur på kanalerna ett avkopplande sätt att se staden från ett annat perspektiv.

När det gäller boende finns det gott om bra alternativ i och runt gamla stan. Boutiquehotell som Puro eller Hotel Gdańsk erbjuder stil och bra läge, medan billigare men trevliga alternativ finns i form av pensionat och lägenhetshotell runt Motława och Wrzeszcz. Att bo centralt gör stor skillnad eftersom mycket av det bästa nås till fots.

Två dagar i Gdansk räcker för att bli förälskad i stadens blandning av historia, vatten, mat och avslappnad atmosfär. Det är en plats som känns både lättillgänglig och innehållsrik, och som ofta får besökare att planera en återkomst redan innan resan är över.

Panorama – Cars 1980

“You wear those eyes / That never blink”

Eyes that never blink suggest unflinching self-possession. This person sees without flinching, without apology. There’s confidence here, maybe even danger—someone who doesn’t look away..

“You always were / The missing link”

The narrator positions this person as the answer to a long, unnamed absence. Not just attraction, but completion—something evolutionary, inevitable. Nothing else, at least nothing known can finish the puzzle of you. So it’s an unfinished existence—knowing the last few pieces are on the table, but the rules say you can’t finish, not yet.

“You painted your mouth / You let me know”

Lipstick as signal. Deliberate presentation. This is communication through appearance (performance?), not words—seduction that knows it’s being read. Or as a writer, one could argue the ‘painting’ is the prose and performance. Implied versus overt, but clear to the right perceiver.

“You really are / The only show”

Total focus. The rest of the world fades. This isn’t casual desire; it’s singular attention, almost worshipful.

“Just take your time / It’s not too late”

Reassurance. Patience. The speaker isn’t rushing the moment—they’re holding space for choice. The implication is that a thing worth doing is worth not rushing.

“I’ll be your mirror / You won’t hesitate”

This is key. To be a mirror is to reflect someone back to themselves. The promise is: I’ll help you see yourself clearly enough to act, to be whole. This is the power of good communication and presence.

“I’m easy to be found / Whenever you come down”

Availability without pressure. The speaker isn’t chasing—they’re present, grounded, a place to land after the high.

“You got that walk / You do the stroll”

Physical confidence again. Movement as identity. This person owns their body and the space around it. More performance as message, as identity.

“You make me lose / My ground control”

A Bowie reference, yes—but emotionally it’s about losing composure, gravity slipping. Attraction as destabilization. There is no linger up or down, just awareness and an uncertainty how to find earth.

“You got that look / I can’t resist”

Pure pull. No justification needed. Instinctive, electric, powerful.

“Like something missing / Never kissed”

Longing without history. A sense of pre-existing intimacy that hasn’t yet happened—the ache of the almost. Unremembered and/or unhappened.

(Refrain repetition)

The repeated lines don’t add new meaning—they deepen insistence. The song circles its core rather than advancing a plot, which mirrors desire itself.

“You do the pogo / Without the bounce”

Punk imagery stripped of chaos. Movement without release. Energy held in check—restraint instead of explosion. This is the real challenge: power and energy that doesn’t have release can be damaging. Containment is vital. This series of lyrics describes someone who likes the idea of falling in love but keeps and emotional distance. Not full committed.

“You got the name / I can’t pronounce”

Exoticism, distance, mystery. This person isn’t fully knowable or assimilable. They remain slightly out of reach.

“You fall in love / You like the sting”

Love as pain, or at least as sensation. This person doesn’t avoid hurt—they court it. Following the series, the writer implies that the object of affection holds back, liking the sting, but not wanting to expose themselves to the devastating effect of going all in.

“You make believe / It’s everything”

A gentle critique. Romantic intensity may be real, but also performed, elevated, mythologized. What else can a conscientious romantic do? Maintain the veil of the unreal.

Final repetitions:

“Just take your time / It’s not too late” By the end, these lines function like a mantra. Time stretches. The song isn’t asking for action—it’s suspending the moment, keeping possibility alive.

Overall read

A song not about conquest or consummation, but: recognition, patience, and reflective desire—wanting someone not to be taken, but to arrive when they’re ready.

I wear these eyes. They are eyes of love, acceptance and celebration.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Rose petals have fallen neat upon her freshly-drifted snow, painting her lips in perfection.

The mounds of her cheeks, rosy with warmth and comfort— flushed with love given so thoughtfully, so freely.

The gaze of a universe ringed in amber and honey, piercing space and time, soul and the shields of discretion.

Eyes that see hearts and minds— and melt them all the same.

Bordered by a storm of silver and thick gold slicks— evidence of a life charged with experience, wisdom, and elegance.

A frame lit like a poem scribbled on a pane of morning frost— an artist racing to capture it lest the moment slip away.

The cold can be damned.

For this is the fitting presentation of the masterpiece of her.

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I’m so incredibly fortunate to have the financial privilege to get a 0% mortgage from my dad to buy a house. I think about how A talked about how nepotism is the goal of being a parent in some way, because it’s essentially setting your kids up for the best shot at life from the lens of the “game” I guess. I do think about how I’ve been set up for generational wealth in a way, and how hard my parents must have worked to give me this opportunity. I know that I’ve also worked really hard for this, but absolutely a lot of people didn’t get this shot in the first place.

When Power Is Performance, Not Strength

I. Naming the Shift 

Something has changed in how power is spoken about — and more importantly, in how it is defended.

Many people sense it but struggle to name it, because naming it requires admitting that what feels satisfying in the moment may be hollowing something we depend on. The unease isn’t panic. It isn’t outrage. It’s the quiet recognition that the rules governing restraint, legitimacy, and dignity are being loosened — and that we are being told this loosening is strength.

This isn’t about a single leader or party. It isn’t about personality. Focusing there misses the deeper problem.

What’s shifting is the moral behavior of power itself.

We are being trained — slowly, persistently — to accept domination as decisiveness, humiliation as honesty, and impulse as courage. And once those behaviors are normalized, they don’t stay contained. They spread — downward, outward, and eventually inward.

This is not about who holds power.

It is about what power is being permitted to become.

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II. The Pattern of Strength-as-Domination

The word strength has been quietly redefined.

It is no longer measured by restraint or legitimacy, but by the willingness to dominate. By how quickly one can take what can be taken, humiliate who can be humiliated, and dismiss limits as weakness. What once would have been called impulse is now praised as resolve. What once required justification now claims virtue simply by being forceful.

This version of strength feels satisfying because it removes friction. It bypasses deliberation. It answers complexity with certainty and doubt with volume. It reassures those who feel ignored that someone is finally willing to act — regardless of how.

But historically, strength was understood differently.

Strength once meant the capacity to govern without constant spectacle.

It meant credibility that did not require daily reinforcement.

It meant coalition — the ability to persuade rather than coerce.

It meant restraint paired with resolve, not restraint replaced by impulse.

Strong nations did not prove their strength by how often they flexed it, but by how rarely they needed to.

When strength becomes indistinguishable from domination, power loses its center. It no longer knows when to stop. And what begins as decisiveness hardens into compulsion — impressive in motion, brittle under pressure.

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III. Spectacle Over Stewardship

As restraint erodes, spectacle rushes in to fill the gap.

Spectacle feels like leadership because it is visible. It rewards attention, rallies loyalty, and creates the illusion of momentum. It simplifies complexity into conflict and replaces patience with adrenaline. The public stays engaged — but only at the level of reaction.

This is not governance.

This is stimulation.

Stewardship requires continuity, institutional memory, and a willingness to act quietly when drama would be easier. Spectacle, by contrast, feeds on escalation. Every moment must be louder than the last. Every conflict must be framed as existential. Every compromise becomes betrayal.

The cost accumulates slowly, then all at once.

Policies lose coherence because attention shifts too quickly to sustain them.

Institutions weaken as they are treated as obstacles rather than safeguards.

Public trust erodes as rules appear to change depending on who holds power.

Fatigue sets in — not just among opponents, but among supporters forced to remain constantly mobilized.

Mobilization can move crowds.

But mobilization cannot maintain a nation.

A society cannot live indefinitely in a state of spectacle without hollowing its capacity to govern itself. What looks like energy is often depletion. What feels like momentum is often drift. And power that feeds on constant conflict eventually turns on the structures that once gave it shape.

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IV. Moral Inversion as a Tool of Power

Power does not operate on force alone. It requires moral permission.

That permission is created through inversion — when behaviors that once triggered alarm are reframed as virtues, and virtues are recast as liabilities. Cruelty becomes “honesty.” Empathy becomes weakness. Restraint becomes cowardice. Dissent becomes disloyalty.

This inversion is not accidental.

It is efficient.

When cruelty is praised as authenticity, conscience becomes an obstacle.

When empathy is mocked, responsibility can be shed.

When disagreement is framed as betrayal, loyalty replaces judgment.

Over time, people are trained not just to tolerate this shift, but to defend it — because to question it would require admitting that something they applauded is now costing more than they expected.

The most corrosive effect is not outrage, but confusion. Moral language loses coherence. People sense that something is wrong, but lack the vocabulary to name it without feeling disloyal. And so the inversion holds — not because everyone agrees with it, but because resistance begins to feel isolating.

When virtue is redefined to match aggression, moral clarity becomes a liability. And once that happens, power no longer needs to justify itself. It only needs to perform.

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V. Foreign Policy Signals and the Global Echo

Power never speaks only to its own people.

It signals outward.

When leaders speak casually about land, resources, or sovereignty — when claims are framed in terms of entitlement rather than legitimacy — those words are not received as bravado. They are received as precedent.

Other nations are listening. Not with admiration, but with calculation.

The message heard is simple:

might precedes right.

Force establishes legitimacy.

Restraint is optional.

That message does not strengthen a nation’s standing. It weakens it. Because once moral authority is abandoned, influence is reduced to coercion — and coercion invites imitation, not respect.

Russia hears it.

China hears it.

Every state watching for permission hears it.

A nation that treats its power as unconstrained should not be surprised when others follow suit. Moral authority is not a luxury. It is a stabilizing force. When it is discarded, the international order does not become more honest — it becomes more dangerous.

Power can take territory.

Only legitimacy can hold a future.

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VI. Strength That Hollows a Nation

This is the paradox that is hardest to accept: the version of strength being celebrated now does not fortify a nation — it hollows it.

Internal division weakens cohesion.

Norm erosion weakens institutions.

Contempt weakens trust.

Fear can rally crowds, but it cannot sustain a society. Anger can mobilize energy, but it cannot build durability. A nation held together by grievance must constantly generate new enemies to remain unified.

History is unambiguous on this point.

Empires do not fall because they are challenged from the outside. They fall because they become brittle on the inside — because the very tools used to demonstrate strength erode the structures that make strength possible.

When power demands loyalty over integrity, spectacle over stewardship, and domination over legitimacy, it may appear formidable for a time. But what it is actually doing is consuming its own foundations.

Strength that forgets dignity eventually forgets what it is for.

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VII. The Hard Truth About Public Support

One of the most difficult realizations in this moment is not about leadership, but about ourselves.

It is the recognition that there is no longer a shared agreement on dignity.

This divide is often described as political, but that description no longer reaches the depth of it. The fracture is not primarily about policy preferences or governing philosophy. It is about who counts, whose pain is visible, and which lives are allowed to be treated as expendable in the name of strength.

To acknowledge this is not to demonize those who cheer. Many do so out of fear, exhaustion, or a desire to feel protected in a world that feels unstable. Understanding that does not require excusing the cost.

There is grief in realizing that appeals to decency no longer land where they once did.

Grief in seeing cruelty defended not reluctantly, but enthusiastically.

Grief in recognizing that what once united us — a baseline commitment to dignity — is no longer assumed.

This grief does not make one superior.

It makes one honest.

The divide is not about disagreement.

It is about moral orientation.

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VIII. What This Moment Requires of Citizens

If this moment teaches anything, it is that shouting will not restore what has been lost.

Neither will despair.

What is required now is a different posture — one that refuses both cruelty and passivity. One that holds moral clarity without spectacle, and conviction without contempt.

This does not mean withdrawing from public life.

It means living differently within it.

Refusing to normalize dehumanization, even when it is popular.

Choosing restraint where impulse is rewarded.

Remembering that dignity is not a tactic, but a commitment.

Citizens are not powerless in moments like this — but their power is not found in matching volume or outrage. It is found in refusing cooperation with what corrodes trust, fractures communities, and hollows institutions.

You do not have to shout to resist what degrades us.

You do not have to dominate to remain strong.

You do not have to abandon conscience to survive.

Strength that forgets dignity eventually forgets what it is for.

And a nation is weakened not when it is challenged —

but when it abandons what once made it worth defending.

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Cuando el poder es espectáculo, no fortaleza

I. Nombrar el cambio

Algo ha cambiado en la manera en que se habla del poder — y, más importante aún, en cómo se lo defiende.

Muchas personas lo perciben, pero les cuesta ponerle nombre, porque nombrarlo exige admitir que aquello que resulta satisfactorio en el momento puede estar vaciando algo de lo que dependemos. La inquietud no es pánico. No es indignación. Es el reconocimiento silencioso de que las reglas que gobernaban la moderación, la legitimidad y la dignidad se están aflojando — y de que se nos está diciendo que ese aflojamiento es fortaleza.

Esto no trata de un solo líder ni de un partido. No trata de personalidades. Enfocarse ahí es perder el problema más profundo.

Lo que está cambiando es el comportamiento moral del poder mismo.

Estamos siendo entrenados — lenta y persistentemente — a aceptar la dominación como decisión, la humillación como franqueza y el impulso como valentía. Y una vez que estos comportamientos se normalizan, no permanecen contenidos. Se propagan — hacia abajo, hacia afuera y, finalmente, hacia adentro.

Esto no trata de quién detenta el poder.

Trata de en qué se le está permitiendo convertirse al poder.

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II. El patrón de la fortaleza como dominación

La palabra fortaleza ha sido redefinida silenciosamente.

Ya no se mide por la moderación ni por la legitimidad, sino por la disposición a dominar. Por la rapidez con que se puede tomar lo que se pueda tomar, humillar a quien se pueda humillar y descartar los límites como debilidad. Lo que antes se llamaba impulso ahora se celebra como determinación. Lo que antes requería justificación ahora reclama virtud simplemente por ser contundente.

Esta versión de la fortaleza resulta satisfactoria porque elimina la fricción. Evita la deliberación. Responde a la complejidad con certeza y a la duda con volumen. Tranquiliza a quienes se han sentido ignorados al ver que alguien por fin está dispuesto a actuar — sin importar cómo.

Pero históricamente, la fortaleza se entendía de otra manera.

Fortaleza significaba la capacidad de gobernar sin espectáculo constante.

Significaba credibilidad que no necesitaba refuerzo diario.

Significaba coalición — la capacidad de persuadir en lugar de coaccionar.

Significaba moderación acompañada de resolución, no moderación reemplazada por impulso.

Las naciones fuertes no demostraban su fortaleza por la frecuencia con que la exhibían, sino por lo poco que necesitaban hacerlo.

Cuando la fortaleza se vuelve indistinguible de la dominación, el poder pierde su centro. Ya no sabe cuándo detenerse. Y lo que comienza como decisión se endurece en compulsión — impresionante en movimiento, frágil bajo presión.

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III. Espectáculo en lugar de mayordomía

A medida que la moderación se erosiona, el espectáculo irrumpe para llenar el vacío.

El espectáculo se siente como liderazgo porque es visible. Recompensa la atención, reúne lealtades y crea la ilusión de impulso. Simplifica la complejidad en conflicto y reemplaza la paciencia por adrenalina. El público permanece involucrado — pero solo al nivel de la reacción.

Esto no es gobernar.

Esto es estimulación.

La mayordomía requiere continuidad, memoria institucional y la disposición a actuar en silencio cuando el drama sería más fácil. El espectáculo, en cambio, se alimenta de la escalada. Cada momento debe ser más ruidoso que el anterior. Cada conflicto debe presentarse como existencial. Cada compromiso se convierte en traición.

El costo se acumula lentamente, y luego de golpe.

Las políticas pierden coherencia porque la atención cambia demasiado rápido para sostenerlas.

Las instituciones se debilitan al ser tratadas como obstáculos en lugar de salvaguardas.

La confianza pública se erosiona cuando las reglas parecen cambiar según quién ejerza el poder.

Se instala el agotamiento — no solo entre los opositores, sino también entre los seguidores obligados a mantenerse constantemente movilizados.

La movilización puede mover multitudes.

Pero la movilización no puede sostener una nación.

Una sociedad no puede vivir indefinidamente en estado de espectáculo sin vaciar su capacidad de gobernarse a sí misma. Lo que parece energía suele ser agotamiento. Lo que se siente como impulso suele ser deriva. Y el poder que se alimenta del conflicto constante termina volviéndose contra las estructuras que le dieron forma.

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IV. La inversión moral como herramienta del poder

El poder no opera solo mediante la fuerza. Requiere permiso moral.

Ese permiso se crea mediante la inversión — cuando conductas que antes provocaban alarma se redefinen como virtudes, y las virtudes se recastan como debilidades. La crueldad se convierte en “honestidad”. La empatía en debilidad. La moderación en cobardía. La disidencia en deslealtad.

Esta inversión no es accidental.

Es eficiente.

Cuando la crueldad se celebra como autenticidad, la conciencia se vuelve un obstáculo.

Cuando la empatía se ridiculiza, la responsabilidad puede desecharse.

Cuando el desacuerdo se presenta como traición, la lealtad reemplaza al juicio.

Con el tiempo, las personas no solo aprenden a tolerar este cambio, sino a defenderlo — porque cuestionarlo exigiría admitir que algo que aplaudieron está costando más de lo que esperaban.

El efecto más corrosivo no es la indignación, sino la confusión. El lenguaje moral pierde coherencia. Las personas sienten que algo está mal, pero carecen del vocabulario para nombrarlo sin sentirse desleales. Y así la inversión se mantiene — no porque todos estén de acuerdo, sino porque resistir comienza a sentirse aislante.

Cuando la virtud se redefine para encajar con la agresión, la claridad moral se convierte en una carga. Y una vez que eso ocurre, el poder ya no necesita justificarse. Solo necesita actuar.

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V. Señales de política exterior y el eco global

El poder nunca habla solo a su propio pueblo.

Señala hacia afuera.

Cuando los líderes hablan con ligereza sobre tierras, recursos o soberanía — cuando las reclamaciones se formulan en términos de derecho en lugar de legitimidad — esas palabras no se reciben como fanfarronería. Se reciben como precedente.

Otras naciones están escuchando. No con admiración, sino con cálculo.

El mensaje que se oye es simple:

la fuerza precede al derecho.

la coerción establece legitimidad.

la moderación es opcional.

Ese mensaje no fortalece la posición de una nación. La debilita. Porque cuando se abandona la autoridad moral, la influencia se reduce a la coerción — y la coerción invita a la imitación, no al respeto.

Rusia lo oye.

China lo oye.

Todo Estado atento a una señal de permiso lo oye.

Una nación que trata su poder como ilimitado no debería sorprenderse cuando otros hagan lo mismo. La autoridad moral no es un lujo. Es una fuerza estabilizadora. Cuando se descarta, el orden internacional no se vuelve más honesto — se vuelve más peligroso.

El poder puede tomar territorio.

Solo la legitimidad puede sostener un futuro.

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VI. La fortaleza que vacía a una nación

Esta es la paradoja más difícil de aceptar: la versión de fortaleza que hoy se celebra no fortalece a una nación — la vacía.

La división interna debilita la cohesión.

La erosión de normas debilita las instituciones.

El desprecio debilita la confianza.

El miedo puede reunir multitudes, pero no puede sostener una sociedad. La ira puede movilizar energía, pero no puede construir durabilidad. Una nación cohesionada por el agravio debe generar constantemente nuevos enemigos para mantenerse unida.

La historia es clara en este punto.

Los imperios no caen porque sean desafiados desde fuera. Caen porque se vuelven frágiles por dentro — porque las mismas herramientas utilizadas para demostrar fortaleza erosionan las estructuras que la hacen posible.

Cuando el poder exige lealtad en lugar de integridad, espectáculo en lugar de mayordomía y dominación en lugar de legitimidad, puede parecer formidable por un tiempo. Pero lo que en realidad está haciendo es consumir sus propios cimientos.

La fortaleza que olvida la dignidad termina olvidando para qué existe.

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VII. La verdad difícil sobre el apoyo público

Una de las realizaciones más dolorosas de este momento no tiene que ver con el liderazgo, sino con nosotros mismos.

Es el reconocimiento de que ya no existe un acuerdo compartido sobre la dignidad.

Esta división suele describirse como política, pero esa descripción ya no alcanza. La fractura no trata principalmente de preferencias de política pública ni de filosofías de gobierno. Trata de quién cuenta, de qué dolor es visible y de qué vidas se consideran prescindibles en nombre de la fortaleza.

Reconocer esto no implica demonizar a quienes aplauden. Muchos lo hacen desde el miedo, el agotamiento o el deseo de sentirse protegidos en un mundo inestable. Comprender eso no exige excusar el costo.

Hay duelo en aceptar que los llamados a la decencia ya no resuenan donde antes lo hacían.

Duelo en ver la crueldad defendida no a regañadientes, sino con entusiasmo.

Duelo en reconocer que lo que antes nos unía — un compromiso básico con la dignidad — ya no se da por sentado.

Este duelo no vuelve superior a nadie.

Lo vuelve honesto.

La división no trata del desacuerdo.

Trata de la orientación moral.

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VIII. Lo que este momento exige de los ciudadanos

Si este momento enseña algo, es que gritar no restaurará lo que se ha perdido.

Tampoco lo hará la desesperanza.

Lo que se requiere ahora es una postura diferente — una que rechace tanto la crueldad como la pasividad. Una que mantenga claridad moral sin espectáculo, y convicción sin desprecio.

Esto no significa retirarse de la vida pública.

Significa vivir de manera distinta dentro de ella.

Rechazar normalizar la deshumanización, incluso cuando es popular.

Elegir la moderación cuando el impulso es recompensado.

Recordar que la dignidad no es una táctica, sino un compromiso.

Los ciudadanos no son impotentes en momentos como este — pero su poder no se encuentra en igualar el volumen ni la indignación. Se encuentra en negarse a cooperar con lo que corroe la confianza, fractura las comunidades y vacía las instituciones.

No es necesario gritar para resistir lo que nos degrada.

No es necesario dominar para seguir siendo fuerte.

No es necesario abandonar la conciencia para sobrevivir.

La fortaleza que olvida la dignidad termina olvidando para qué existe.

Y una nación se debilita no cuando es desafiada —

sino cuando abandona aquello que la hacía digna de ser defendida.

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In Summary: * I heard President Trump's Address to the Nation tonight, all 20 minutes of it, and learned nothing new. He touted the economic successes of his Administration during this, his first year in office. As one who follows the news closely, and his frequent posts on his Truth Social platform, I was aware of everything he spoke about tonight. There was nothing new nor alarming revealed. So I should sleep easy tonight.

Prayers, etc.: * My daily prayers

Health Metrics: * bw= 220.35 lbs. * bp= 140/84 (66)

Exercise: * kegel pelvic floor exercise, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups

Diet: * 05:50 – toast & butter * 06:35 – 1 banana * 07:00 – 2 blueberry muffins * 09:00 – noodles w. cheese sauce * 11:00 – home made meat & vegetables soup * 12:00 – beef chop suey, egg drop soup, Rangoon * 17:00 – bowl of soup.

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:30 – listen to local news talk radio * 05:40 – bank accounts activity monitored * 06:00 – read, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials * 12:00 – watch old game shows and eat lunch at home with Sylvia * 17:20 – tuned into the Xavier Sports Network to listen to the Radio Call of tonight's NCAA men's basketball game between the Creighton Bluejays and the Xavier Musketeers, opening tip is minutes away. Let's Go X! * 19:25 – Creighton won, final score: Bluejays 98 – Musketeers 57 * 19:30 – President Trump's address to the nation is coming up in half an hour. Shall work on my night prayers until then. Depending on the content of his speech, I'll ready myself for bed after that.

Chess: * 17:05 – moved in all pending CC games