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Cartography of Descent Balance is not a stillness. It is a covenant with motion— an agreement signed in gravity and time. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never listened to the earth breathe. The summit lies. It teaches permanence in the same tone the fall teaches panic. Both are temporary, both convincing. The terror is never the depth— it is the interval. That long arithmetic between was and will be, where momentum outpaces meaning and the mind invents catastrophe to fill the silence. In...

The Tomorrow Without Bob… Was Today What do you say when a giant dies? For someone who’s always had a way with words—me—today, the first...

Do you feel it? That soft vibration—almost imperceptible—a chill that creeps up your spine, as if a drop of water from some frozen tundra...