10th January 2026
The impending sense of hopelessness, that the future could very easily slip into, gives with it, an enhancement to the virtue of appreciation. While still distinguishing good from bad, and right from wrong, the renewal of appreciating every thing for what it is worth, becomes more fundamental in this type of living. Now more than ever. You can see the beauty and feel the secret “plummeting” joys, that witnessing a fall from grace can bring, without seeking them out. When you sense or see first hand, something wrong, or bad, do not rejoice or let it be magnetic to you, should your moral compass be altered. Instead, learn to be at once at peace, or calmly at odds with what comes your way. Always know your limits, and when to fight a battle, or know that one would surely be lost if you were to fight it.
Humbleness shouldn’t really even be seen as a virtue. Instead, it should be so engrained that it is natural to you.
Sometimes it can be mistaken as deceit, when you are, and appear, innocent to the majority of people, whilst also having a side they can’t see, or properly comprehend. The gods do, and that is sufficient.
If there is no metaphysical reality worth speaking of, what is reading this? You are your soul, which is metaphysical, unexplainable by science, and not of the world of the physical that it inhabits. Simply by being a soul, you are a supernatural entity. The fact of a mortal body doesn’t negate this.
Death, for many, is a meeting with, and union of sorts, with a realm atheists and anti-theists deny. This is why death is the most religious experience, especially for non-believers.
I’ve noticed how sometimes, that those who work for the legacy media seems to go on little journeys of enlightenment, stop in their tracks, and report on something else, instead.
Appreciation, is best when your minds strips the thing bare of dross, and drinks the liquid of truth from inside of it.
Human beings are like little factories, that turn consumer goods from actual factories, into trash and pollution. As a child, for example: I used to imagine a machine you could put in a gallery, that unwrapped, and munched Mars-bars, accordingly, and turned them into refuse. The idea was to create a mandala in people’s minds of what they’re doing, as they go about life, mindlessly and endlessly consuming.
I have vivid memories of how the realm of the early 2000’s, before the twin-towers event (the 9/11 one) was filled with joyous anticipation and set an anticipation, of a hyper-modernist utopia with curved, silver and colour-tinted translucent machines dominant throughout office-workers professional and personal lives, alike. We smashed this up, by the way, with 9/11. The artistic residue of this is seen in Vaporwave, which is artistic residue of such hopes.
The white race is suicidal and unresolvable. All Asians and black people are far superior (and able) at identifying and uniting themselves in terms of race than whites are, or ever will be, since the white race’s betrayal, and loss of WW2.
The Humble Rock Dove 