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“Some people will choose to be mean to you for no reason , while you are good and kind to them . They are becoming vile, mean and horrible to you to prove to other people that they are not in love with you, interested in you, dating you , they are not that close to you, and they don't care about you. Yet in their minds they convinced themselves that you are a bad person more than them. You choose to look out for them, they choose to come for you and to hurt you.”

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“You will never be a better person or a good person when you walk around carrying hate in your heart, especially when you choose to hate other people for no reason. No matter how much money you have or your qualifications or work experience. You will still be a vile, horrible, mean sick person who is rich, qualified, and experienced. You will never experience inner peace and true joy. Choose to stop hating other people, because of their race, gender, culture, religion, choices, or views.”

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“The Architect’s Prologue: The Occupation of the Void by Stewart Stafford “Lost are the seekers of miracles. Only in the end, in the telling and re-telling of the tale, is the miracle seen — Life." I crave the blank space that once was nothing— a silent void, an impatient canvas, a domain unclaimed. The emptiness that sired every iota of art on earth, fashioned by those daring hands to cram with humour, fear, obsession, logic, love, or passion. The human animal’s cursed superpower — consciousness — Finitude’s simultaneous scalpel and wound, lock-picked instinct’s shackles, freed this chosen being, to the detached observance of its kind and the world. As the only creature gifted enough to ask “why,” it sought meaning and virgin-birthed the quadruplet firmaments of art, theology, politics, and philosophy— the golden ignition of the divine spark of creativity writ large. Feast upon the field of canary yellow rapeseed Translucent on a day of blinding sunlight. See how the colour transcends structure and lives, dances, and breathes— Nature unveils its primordial palette, inviting insects to pollinate and Man to dare to dream of creating torch-bearing vibrancy, shockingly intense, and timeless. If your written words become literal nails to crucify you with, Then you have done your job well. You provoked a reaction. Writing that moves not is a body without a soul— a comrade of the anonymous unknown soldiers of literature. Let untouched parchment be our stage, and the vacuum our rousing scene, Promethean agency as alchemy’s fire— not supplicant-sought from unseen forces, but struck from the living earth itself. When golden boughs spring from rotting trunks, mortal man resists their provenance; yet the evidence of his eyes is the blinding truth. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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