In the endless hum of wanting, man fills his mouth with dust. He builds temples of currency and calls them blessed, while the angels yawn — their wings heavy with the silence of our noise. The Son of Man walks still, unseen, through the markets and the pews, seeking hearts not yet traded for comfort or acclaim. He whispers into the clamor, but our ears are tuned to the rhythm of return. The world spins on a coin’s edge, polished by desire’s thumb. Man, brilliant and blind, na

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"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside ... Nature brings solace in all troubles." Anne Frank Fear...

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they...