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I was asked to contribute a few words to my sister Andrea’s farewell. In writing them, I grieved not only her, but the bond that only began to form after our father’s death last October. These are those words. I leave them here, unchanged. Today, I am allowed to weep, Andrea, my sister. Not step. Not half. Simply sister. I thank you for our meeting in this life. Especially for the time after our father’s death. You carried that love within you. I was able to feel it - the sam

A Massive Black Hole and the Quiet Pull of the Unknown The discovery of a massive black hole relatively close to our cosmic neighbourhood is one of those moments that gently disrupt familiar scales. Two thousand light years. Close, and yet unimaginably far. Black holes remind us that there are regions of existence that cannot be entered with certainty, only approached. They bend space, time, and expectation. They don’t explain themselves. They don’t invite interpretation. The

Not a metaphor for awakening. Not a call to reclaim truth. The Matrix asks something quieter: What happens when perception becomes habit? And what softens when the habit is noticed?

Ready to create NEW PATTERNS? There’s something off about this morning. Not dramatically. Just a flicker. The toothpaste tastes slightly different. Your phone lights up before you touch it. And, somehow, you remember a scene from The Matrix. Neo, asleep. A message on his screen: Wake up. A knock. A rabbit. Today, there is a rabbit too. He doesn’t say much. He appears during meetings, chewing wires. He sits on your keyboard while you type, watching you misspell things you used