We're born free, but we spend our lives becoming hoarders of useless thoughts. Well, please allow me to tell you that a brain full of negativity is like a stomach full of junk food: heavy, slow, and toxic.

I cultivate ignorance; however, it is a difficult task

To be ignorant in times of total communication 

The ignorant should be applauded, not punished 

Because it's so hard to strive to become nothing 

Posts on LinkedIn

Or in any Social Media, for that matter

Are like those posts you see by the side of the train tracks

While travelling at full speed in a fast train

You may see one or two, and they are gone,

Do you love me?

There!

You now know

Love is not in the answer.

Love is in the question.

Do not steal, says the 8th Biblical commandment. (Exodus 20:15)

Yet, with no moral models to follow, we have now entered an ethical void.

With the disappearance of moral role models, it doesn't matter what perverse means we engage in, just to get satisfaction or revenge.

Oh my darling, my dove

For love to be love

It must be undressed

Naked love is pure

Clothed, however

Love is not love

"Life has broken me into many pieces, but that happened in my past. In my present, I have gathered those pieces and use them to craft my unbreakable future."

When I think of leaders and leadership, Christopher Columbus always comes to mind.

I know it is a controversial figure, but I'm focusing on the leadership skills he must have had to bring his enterprise to fruition.

We usually depict Justice as an elegant, attractive lady standing alone on a pedestal. In some depictions, she wears a blindfold; in others, she does not. In one hand, she holds a scale; in the other, a sword.

Justice has a sister named Injustice. An older sister. Contrary to her younger sister, Injustice is unladylike, violent, unattractive, and even repulsive. Certainly, Injustice is a sinister woman.

To be or not to be?

To do or not to do?

Did I do it, or did I not do it?

And why did I do it, and why didn’t I do it?

And so, do I have regrets?

Yes, I do

Do you?

"Indeed, my children, you shall not steal

But first, allow me to clarify this Commandment

You must know that the 8th Commandment: You Shall Not Steal.

It's a redundancy of the 7th Commandment

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