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If much need fixing, then perhaps I don’t need a myriad of tweaks that do not go to the root of the issue.

A story of a conversation with an old colleague.

I believe in the existence of angels and demons (or spirits, or what have you). Do you?

It is said that we truly appreciate the value of something when it is taken away. Life is appreciated in the face of death. Light is appreciated in darkness. Truth is priceless when surrounded by lies.

‘Is really a prison cell doing justice?’ That hardly seems so. A cell doesn’t seem to be the equivalent of the emotional and psychological pain that raped women have to face…

Something authentic presents the exact same features as its original version. But how, in light of this, are we to understand personal authenticity?