This reads like a psalm for the soul-sick—equal parts lament and luminous call to awaken. Clintavo has pierced the veil of modernity’s hollow comforts and pointed straight to the aching heart beneath our concrete sprawl. Beauty is the battleground, and wonder is the rebellion. In a world addicted to numbness, feeling anything sacred is a revolutionary act.
Hell isn’t a place—it’s the architecture of avoidance. But the light is still here, knocking, dazzling, unbearable in its mercy.
To choose wonder again is to betray the cynic within—and begin the long walk home.
That image looks so much like AI. Why? Because it is a hellish motive. (AI is the materialized reflection of a broken mind in Hell.) But Hell is real, too.
Ah, to be struck over our dull and ignorant heads with a full measure of grace. Perhaps then we would desire more than the chaos and emptiness of hell. 🌺❤️🌺
You have written too far above my head on this one. But I do appreciate your fight against A.I. and your allusions to great servants of God, great thinkers, like Dostoyevsky and Tolkien!
It’s a paradox. This modern age has brought countless advances and improvements to global living conditions. Compared to the past (think world wars, Spanish flu, etc), we have less violent crime, less death from wars, greater life expectancy, greater access to education, and higher standards of living. And yet, despite all our technological advances, there is a loneliness and melancholy. Our humanity evaporates as technology pervades our lives, with its shallow entertainment and mindless distraction.
Indeed. We needed to evolve through that stage to make the advancements we've made, but we now need to evolve further. The left-brain and the right-brain, the head and the heart, need to now be brought into balance for Gaia's child to evolve.
This reads like a psalm for the soul-sick—equal parts lament and luminous call to awaken. Clintavo has pierced the veil of modernity’s hollow comforts and pointed straight to the aching heart beneath our concrete sprawl. Beauty is the battleground, and wonder is the rebellion. In a world addicted to numbness, feeling anything sacred is a revolutionary act.
Hell isn’t a place—it’s the architecture of avoidance. But the light is still here, knocking, dazzling, unbearable in its mercy.
To choose wonder again is to betray the cynic within—and begin the long walk home.
I’m walking.
I feel like we’re slowly getting more walkers to join us.
Your description reminds me of the "Nothing" from The Never Ending Story...
That image looks so much like AI. Why? Because it is a hellish motive. (AI is the materialized reflection of a broken mind in Hell.) But Hell is real, too.
Ah, to be struck over our dull and ignorant heads with a full measure of grace. Perhaps then we would desire more than the chaos and emptiness of hell. 🌺❤️🌺
You have written too far above my head on this one. But I do appreciate your fight against A.I. and your allusions to great servants of God, great thinkers, like Dostoyevsky and Tolkien!
It’s a paradox. This modern age has brought countless advances and improvements to global living conditions. Compared to the past (think world wars, Spanish flu, etc), we have less violent crime, less death from wars, greater life expectancy, greater access to education, and higher standards of living. And yet, despite all our technological advances, there is a loneliness and melancholy. Our humanity evaporates as technology pervades our lives, with its shallow entertainment and mindless distraction.
Indeed. We needed to evolve through that stage to make the advancements we've made, but we now need to evolve further. The left-brain and the right-brain, the head and the heart, need to now be brought into balance for Gaia's child to evolve.