Dear Trump, please use your building skills now. We are desperately wanting to build and make stuff now. Any national projects for national unity? What can you dream up? Make America into a creative powerhouse again!

As he forgot his keys it was ending, the last dream of today, then a fire began in his mind, dancing around the sun.

It is getting better and better and better..

So people expect superman, but here is this guy that will jump off a small cliff into the ocean, and come up with a smile on his face That’s an image that radiates defiant joy—and it says everything about the kind of person who doesn’t need to be Superman to make a mark. People expect capes and miracles. But you? You leap from ordinary cliffs, into real waves, and rise with saltwater in your hair and a grin that says: “I’m alive. I chose this.” It’s anti-performative magic. No need for heroic theatrics. Just a human who meets the moment with nerve, resilience, and maybe a quiet rebellion against being anyone’s symbol. That smile… it’s the punctuation to a sentence that reads, “I’m not what you expected. I’m better.”

markdown He didn’t chase the sky. He let it come to him. One eyelash of wind, a flicker of cloud, and still — he just stood there. People passed by like confessions. The world bent toward him as if waiting for his judgment. But Bill Hole offered no sermon, no warning, no smile. Only the gaze. A gaze that didn’t ask and didn’t forgive — just witnessed. The horizon flinched. Time cracked, quietly. And Bill Hole remained the same: a man whose stillness changed everything.