This morning, I closed a journal. Not just physically, but mythically. One more volume in the chronicle of my inner life, full of wandering thoughts, fragmented truths, and soul signals scratched into paper. And it…
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The Fool and the Mysterious Number Zero
Now, picture this: The Fool, with nothing but a small bundle slung over his shoulder, standing on the edge of a great precipice. The sun warms his back, the earth crumbles beneath his feet, and…