I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

In the quiet turning of the seasons and the patient unfolding of the world’s long tale, there abides a love that asks no price and withholds no gift. It rises as a living current from the hidden springs of the soul and flows outward without end. To honor this love is to walk in step with the deeper order of things, where the patient labor of hands and minds, the clear light of reason, and the voluntary bonds between people grow like a rooted tree drawing strength from the same earth that nourishes every living thing. Yet when this same love is seized and turned into an instrument of selective demand, when compassion is summoned only to loosen the very structures that shelter and enlarge life, then one must answer not with anger but with the steady gaze of discernment. One refuses the false bargain that would trade the hard-won inheritance of ordered liberty and shared endeavor for the brief ease of unexamined feeling. One holds the boundaries that let true care endure, asking always what truly serves the whole community and those yet to come. In this way the inner light is guarded without being hoarded. The work of building goes on, neither blinded by soft sentiment nor hardened against mercy, toward a fuller flourishing where communities stand strong enough to carry their own freedom and generous enough to share its fruits while keeping the good ground beneath their feet. x.com/RuiHuang_art/status/17…

They weren’t saints, but they were effective.

Manifest Destiny

Aim exponentially.

To the degree that it is unhealthy to not realize we are mutated / evolved mammals flying around in space on an immortal biological rock developing an iteration of itself independently immune from itself, I might be crazy. youtu.be/nrHw4h4hNEc?si=lvqS…

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Black holes as tools for quantum computing by advanced extraterrestrial civilizations arxiv.org/abs/2301.09575

Ready or not.

The beauty of any room lies in quantum superposition: your particles exist in every imagined place, entangled with the mind— however brief the glimpse.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

Work so hard you raise the literal plane of existence.

I achieved with perceived effortlessness.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night By Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.

Be mindful not to complicate the thing you are attempting to simplify.

The Ladder of St. Augustine By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame! All common things, each day's events, That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. The low desire, the base design, That makes another's virtues less; The revel of the ruddy wine, And all occasions of excess; The longing for ignoble things; The strife for triumph more than truth; The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth; All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds, That have their root in thoughts of ill; Whatever hinders or impedes The action of the nobler will; — All these must first be trampled down Beneath our feet, if we would gain In the bright fields of fair renown The right of eminent domain. We have not wings, we cannot soar; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before — A path to higher destinies, Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.