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Aldous Huxley and John F Kennedydied on the same day in 1963.Two deaths in synchronicityone peaceful, one violentboth transcendent.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 228/365.
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Human beings are pattern-seeking creatures.We expect events all to happen for a reason.Even when there is no pattern,our brains will create one—thus: myths, religions, fairy talesand conspiracy theories.Humans in general,and in the West especially,desire and require explanations.Just because we wantor think we need an explanation,just because we believewe are deserving,does not obligea deity, the universe,or…
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There is no burrow deep enoughto avoid making a few enemies.People don’t like it when one points outthey’ve been swindled,so they keep their heads in the sandwhile the swindle keeps growing,and they starve for morselsthat sustain their unsustainable philosophy.Fears of not getting into the privileged clubof prolonged asphyxiation—folks fearing their God-given rightto look downon another…
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Explorationshould be ourGolden Rule.Whether driven by desire for excitement or a sense of duty,it is our fundamental responsibility. We are charged withthe vital human task of striking out,finding new places, discovering possibilities.Exploration is the giftwe bring to the world.Exploitation is not.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 225/365.
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East,the sunrise place the place of becoming. As he writes,the eastern edge of the stormblurs the horizon.Does that render the map inaccurate?Poems are mapsmaps of past joys and hardshipsmaps of futures and dreamsLike makers of topographical mapswriters describe specific territoryat a precise moment,Maps are snapshots frozen in time,influenced by climate and culture,colored by politics and…
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In the desert, cut with rain,there is nowhere to begin.Quickening breathinsubstantial as disconnectionof the soul accidentally revealed.Inner discord, retinal distortion,apprehension, sensation ofsomething unexpected seen before,My past continually fragmentson the ephemeral now,charged with meaningand mysteries of existence.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 223/365.
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There are no morefortunate and happy people than those who liveaccording to the correct, infallible eternal laws of the multiplication table. The multiplication table never,do you understand,never makes mistakes! No hesitation! No errors! There is but one truth, and there is but one path to it; and that truth is: four, and that path is:…
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poetry’s neighborhoodscreenplays and literary criticisms,rhetoric and careerson the next aisle:wood-working, firearmsand how to crochettoward the end of the row:the big book of riddles, puzzlesand enigmas.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 221/365.
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We rise from the primordium,into the bubbles we call our bodies—fragile, imperfect shells in whichwe carry our souls through this reality,oblivious to the immensity of the truth.Thinking we residein our hearts and our heads,but without heart, head,teeth, and toenails,we are so much more.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 220/365.
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Mom and Dad think he is shy—timid, antisocial, perhaps a bit retarded.It never happens when it’s justGrandpa, the uncles, and Auntie Jay.Not when there is deliberate, meaningful discussion.Not when there is civilized conversation.Not when there are pauses between sentences,and even a few occasional contemplative silences.Later, when the rest of the crowd arrives—the energetic ones, the…
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