Truth is what remains when fear, advantage, and attachment are set aside.
Truth is a discipline. It demands coherence between what is known,
what is done, and what is endured.
This Log is a record of that demand as it appears in lived time.
Gandhi's Satyagraha
Truth
There was a time when suffering, however unbearable, was not meaningless. A person in pain did not immediately reach for something to silence it. They prayed. They performed rituals. They spoke to God—by whatever name their culture had given Him—and in that act, they faced their suffering instead of escaping it. Pain was not just endured; it was held within a framework, a structure that gave it weight, direction, and sometimes even dignity.
In every building there emerges, sooner or later, a new species—not listed in any formal taxonomy, yet unmistakable once observed. Ours has now stabilized into a recognizable form: Homo terraceños vocalis.
A hosting company is not just renting space. It is, implicitly, a custodian of continuity. That includes redundancy, backups, and the ability to restore a system when something breaks.
It has always shocked me how easily people believe that harm can be settled with words. “I’m sorry.” As if that were enough. As if saying it could reverse what has already happened.
There are, of course, true accidents—events no one could have prevented. But many of the things we call accidents are not accidents at all. They are failures of attention. Failures of awareness. Failures of responsibility: a person looks at a phone instead of the road; a person acts without considering consequences.
In my neighborhood there is a small war taking place. It is not fought with armies or weapons, and yet the destruction is constant. The victims are the plants, the trees, the living green world that tries to exist around us. Branches disappear overnight. Bushes are cut to stubs. Tree canopies are stripped until nothing remains but a skeleton against the sky.
In his short story The Billiard Ball, Isaac Asimov stages a confrontation between two former classmates whose lives have diverged dramatically. One becomes a Nobel Prize–winning physicist. The other becomes a powerful politician. The scientist represents intelligence, discipline, and the search for truth. The politician represents influence, ambition, and control over society. He reminds the physicist of a brutal reality. Knowledge may reveal how the universe works, but knowledge does not rule the world. Power does. The scientist opens the door; the world that enters afterward is rarely governed by the scientist.
A relative of mine once told me she did not believe in reincarnation for a very simple reason. She said that today there are billions of people alive, while in ancient times there were only a few million. If reincarnation were real, she asked, where did all these extra people come from?
There is something deeply troubling in the way humanity recognizes its greatest creators. Again and again, the same pattern repeats: people who give extraordinary things to the world are ignored during their lifetimes and praised only after they are gone. We applaud too late.
Schizophrenia was often interpreted very differently.
The condition itself may not have changed — but its meaning has.
In many traditional societies, individuals who heard voices or saw visions were not automatically considered ill. Instead, they were sometimes regarded as people standing at the threshold between worlds. Shamans, healers, and seers often described experiences that today would be classified as psychotic. Dreams, visions, and voices were treated as meaningful events requiring guidance rather than suppression.
We often imagine memory as a storage room. Something happens, and we “put it away.” But memory is not storage. It is reconstruction. Each time we remember something, we rebuild it. We connect what happened, how it felt, where we were, who we were at the time; and from those pieces, we create continuity. That continuity becomes identity.
From a strictly biological perspective, humans evolved in a world ruled by the Sun. Long before artificial light, before enclosed rooms and climate control, our metabolism was calibrated to a 24-hour light–dark cycle driven by solar radiation.
One of the measurable consequences of modern life has been the steady rise in vitamin D deficiency across populations. At the same time, elevated cholesterol levels are increasingly observed—even in younger individuals. The connection is not mystical. It is biochemical.
There are professions that attract people because of prestige, travel, or visibility. Others attract those with a quieter motivation — the impulse to protect, to repair, to guide, or to save. Yet some of these professions, while outwardly admirable, impose a particular cost on the individuals who choose them. That cost is not only physical. It is psychological and existential.
A date appears on the calendar: Friday the 13th.
Nothing has changed in the sky. The Earth continues its orbit. The Sun rises and sets without hesitation. The laws of physics do not bend toward superstition. And yet the square containing the number acquires weight. People hesitate. They postpone travel. They joke — and beneath the joke there is unease.
There is a parable in the Gospel of Matthew about workers hired at different hours of the day, all paid the same wage. When the first laborers protest, the owner replies that he has done them no wrong — they received what was promised. Those who labored longest feel displaced when latecomers receive equal reward. The landowner’s defense rests not on proportional fairness but on generosity.The story is meant to illustrate divine grace. It is not an economic theory..
A democracy, however, is not a vineyard owned by a single will. It operates through law, contribution, taxation, and consent. Grace and governance are not the same thing..
Although this text draws on biological facts, it is not intended as an entomological study. Nature is approached here not as an object of classification, but as a source of insight. The observations that follow use the life cycle of a living being as a lens through which to consider transformation, continuity, and meaning—questions that belong as much to philosophy as to science.
You arrive on time—sometimes early. You sit. You wait. An hour passes. Two. Sometimes three. The appointment time printed on the paper becomes meaningless, ceremonial.
A reflection on perception, layered reality, and the role we inhabit—seriously—within a meaningful play.
