Dino, this reads like a map drawn in blood, smoke, and ink. Not the tidy kind, but the kind that helps you stumble home when the night has eaten all the signposts. You’re not writing about meaning so much as smuggling it through ruins. That matters. Especially now, when the machine wants us dulled down and docile. Thank you for refusing sedation. Thank you for telling the truth without sermon or sales pitch. It’s a rare gift.
The world is consumed by the finite, winners and losers….and thankfully you seek the infinite, the meaning, the reason to exist another day. Love your writing and reflections
Dino, this reads like a map drawn in blood, smoke, and ink. Not the tidy kind, but the kind that helps you stumble home when the night has eaten all the signposts. You’re not writing about meaning so much as smuggling it through ruins. That matters. Especially now, when the machine wants us dulled down and docile. Thank you for refusing sedation. Thank you for telling the truth without sermon or sales pitch. It’s a rare gift.
Now I know why I'm drawn to your writing.... Thank you 🙏
Just occasionally bumping into another like soul is like water on a hot day. Bless you.
As the weight of the world's troubles presses down on my weary soul, your offerings lighten up my days. Loving Light Against Empire.
The world is consumed by the finite, winners and losers….and thankfully you seek the infinite, the meaning, the reason to exist another day. Love your writing and reflections