"Solitude is not an absence. It is a form of fullness. Almost no one understands this. They call it emptiness, oblivion, cold, collapse, even pathology. And it is simply a language, the most ancient of all. Spoken by sages, eccentrics, exiles, writers and women who go out in the

🦋 Over the years I’ve learned not to look back… mostly to avoid ruining the vertebrae in my neck. 🦋 We shall see each other tomorrow, if Fate is favourable. 🦋

AI won’t just replace developers. It will turn everyone into a builder. In this Superhuman AI Podcast episode, watch how @nichochar shows Mocha turning plain English into live, working web apps. Here’s what’s inside: • Building a watercolor avatar app from scratch • Adding

🦋Of course these two The mother and father of Europe🦋

🦋Voltaire was born on this day in 1694 in Paris, with an expression that🦋 reportedly suggested he was already unimpressed by the general state of humanity. His official name,🦋 François-Marie Arouet, suited him for approximately five minutes;🦋 afterwards, he simply became

It's Friday now. Four full days after the orc episode at the School -our local Middle -earth with fluorescent lighting -and somehow I'm still slightly amazed that reality managed to compress itself into this ridiculous timeline. Because on Monday, the Battle of the

Coffee. Thinking Zone Diogenes, Thucydides and Heracles versus Friday. In the Thinking Zone time does not flow but hops about like a coffee bean in a hot pan. Diogenes is already settled in his inner barrel, staring at his cup as if it were the entire civilisation he normally

According to my chocolate Advent calendar, there are 3 days left until Christmas! :)

I'm reading The Secret of Secrets. The only secret for now is why I'm reading it in the first place. If anyone asks me why, I'll say I can keep it a secret. If they ask me if I like it... well, that's already a state secret. If I don't find anything, it means the book has won,

"The new neighbourhood was small and green, with an ancient forest whose shadows recalled cathedral arches. Every tree there stood like a philosopher, rooted deep and silent, and she seemed to read them as though they were pages of a book. Her home was modest but bright, and in

"A house without books is poor, though beautiful carpets cover its floors, and costly tapestry and pictures cover the walls." H.Hesse Calm evening

Happy World Philosophy Day! A fine occasion to wonder why humanity has spent thousands of years arguing about absolutely everything and still hasn't reached a firm conclusion about anything at all. Philosophy began with a handful of ancient Greeks wandering about Athens in

"In reading the great works of literature, I become thousands of men and, at the same time, I remain myself. Like the night sky of Greek poetry, I see with a myriad of eyes, but it is always I who see. Here, as in religion, love, moral action, and knowledge, I transcend myself,

"I am a refugee from the past, and like all refugees I remember the customs and habits of the life I have abandoned or been forced to abandon; they all seem strange to me, and I am obsessed with them. Like a White Guard in Paris, drinking tea, lost in the twentieth century, I am

"The philosopher has never killed any priests, whereas the priest has killed a great many philosophers." Denis Diderot

Coffee in the Thinking Zone. Pythagoras, Themistoclea and Thursday. In the Thinking Zone, that mystical space which appears only if you have had coffee, but not yet enough to behave normally, Pythagoras and Themistoclea have settled in for their early morning ritual. Themistoclea

In Greek myth there is a strange pair that most people forget, yet once you come across them, they stay with you. Laelaps, a dog that never missed its mark. Gifted, cursed,.chosen. It depends whom you ask. And Procris, a woman with that particular kind of gaze that sees too much

Christmas is approaching. Give the toxic people in your life indifference. Night

"The reading confirms that solitude is a treasure." Sylvain Tesson Good night

I spent an hour wondering "Where is my umbrella?" as I walked, going through the chronology of where I'd been and whether I'd forgotten it there! Until I sat on the bus and it fell out of the deep pocket of my coat!

"How many worlds have been revealed to me on the paths I have taken in search of books!" Walter Benjamin

In the ancient Greek world,where gods and mortals constantly crossed each other’s thresholds,the dog occupied the place of a unique intermediary at once guardian, guide, and witness to human tragedies.For the ancient Hellenes,dogs were not merely animals but figures burdened with