You pledged, Margaret, so solemnly you made the pledge

'Till Death Do Us Part,’ you pledged, but took it to the letter

Thus, so soon you left, leaving me bereft, bereft and at the edge

At the edge of reason, haunting shadows so that I can feel better.

People scatter in confusion.

Ignorance is not a static thing.

It moves; it advances.

Like an octopus, it advances.

It adapts, alas, it's a cunning quality

Have you ever thought that AI might work as a Commercial Bank does?

I does, and I will demonstrate it.

For the purposes of this demonstration, I shall henceforth refer to AI as “AI-Bank,” and you, and us, or we, as "The Client."

1.- AI-Bank's principal function is Knowledge Intermediation (KI).

2.- AI-Bank records our Knowledge as deposits, thereby granting The Client a credit balance.

3.- Any transaction with AI-Bank demands The Client’s brain as collateral.  

Ignorant of my universe expanding
I lived on the brink of reason
It was I, in the season of childhood
A phony hero fighting masked foes
Gladiator in a Neverland arena

Say that life is a whole. One hundred years = 100%, so I divide life into four quarters.

I know that to reach 100 is the exception. Anyhow, let's continue.

I say that life divides into quarters. 25 years each. So, most adults in our LinkedIn family had already lived two quarters of their lives, some are on the third, and a few are in the fourth.

Listen, my brother, my sister

Whatever road you walk

The hopes you carry

The doubts that burden you

Everything ends at two doors.

No wall signals the end of your road

Dreams are a measure of character.

For example, you dream of becoming rich and famous.

Can you do it?

Do you want to do it?

Dreams, then, are directly connected to your character: who you are, how you act and react, and what you dream to accomplish.

"What's love?" She asked me while fixing her eyes on my lips

As if the answer she expected were a trick of the tongue.

I embraced her tightly, kissed her softly

Sweetly caressed her face, and she sighed

Listen, my love

Silence is the fountain where God drinks

Words are toys the Devil plays with

And this is why I prefer silence to words

To address you

Christmas, they say, celebrates the birth of Christ

Is it true?

For if it is true, I tell you, my brother, my sister

There is a Christ within you

Hidden in the recondite corners of your soul

Yes, there is a Christ in you

But if so, which Christ are you?

We’ll be born, my brother, my sister

We’ll be born

I promise you

Yes, it will be a painful labour

But we’ll be born

We'll be born anew

Learned, experienced, corrected, perfected

Perfected, but not perfect. No perfect yet

Perfection is too much of a thing to demand it from us

Listen up, my sister, my brother, listen up

If you're in your 20s, you're okay

If you're in your 30s, you're still okay, but whatever you're trying, try harder

If you're already in your 40's you've already conquered or forgiven

The need for transcendence lies in our desire to connect with something greater than ourselves.

This need may have evolved as an evolutionary adaptation, serving as a coping mechanism that helps humans deal with the uncertainty and fragility of life and existential threats by providing comfort and security through belief in something greater.

The current state of world affairs is leading citizens to anger, depression, trauma, and tragedy, leaving individuals without roles, identity, or purpose.

We need challenges to grow; stagnation brings self-destruction.

Connection gives us purpose; without it, identity fades, and the spirit dies.

"Attach emotions to a lie, and it will become a fundamental truth".

You know how powerful emotions are. Human lives revolve around emotions. Emotions can be so strong that they change our perceptions. And they are so malleable. Anybody can use emotions to build lies or destroy truth.

Today, I'm going to talk to you about "Nourelianne," a short story I wrote some years ago.

I included "Nourelianne" in my short story collection "Clandestine Gospel."

As a storyteller, writing short stories is for me an extraordinary exercise in creativity, research, and passion for writing.

The world the writer presents to their readers is an illusion.

If the illusion captures the reader's attention, then the readers will be immersed in the writer's world, and the book may become a success.

A dream is a mirror

In it, you see yourself realized

On the other hand

An unfulfilled dream

Is the same mirror

The same mirror, which is now broken

On Bears and Bombs

(A short story by Sal Godoij.)

1.- A grizzly bear attacked a group of children and teachers in British Columbia, Canada.

2.- Teachers are held in high regard for their bravery in confronting the bear and saving the children. They are heroes.

3.- More than 350 grizzly bears in average are destroyed every year.

4.- Police and other forces are hunting the bear.

There is a bridge out there that takes you to whatever you consider impossible.

That bridge is humour.