Teck companies are rapidly burning their toast in badly designed toaster ovens. This is just my opinion.

Jewish​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ artists, thinkers, and innovators have been the major agents of change globally in a way that their influence could be felt beyond the theater, the court, or the film. Their contributions, which range from one to another, among others, for Jewish comedians to scientific innovators, have become the mainstay of culture, tech, law, and even common living. A few of these people you may recognize straight away, while a few others may be a revelation to you, but together, they all demonstrate how the indomitable quality of origin, creative power, and grit can be.

In order to win my heart, she began doing breast strokes.

No, any thought about time would be bs. I understand—you’re cutting straight through the layers of theory and saying that time itself isn’t worth theorizing about, because it’s not real in the first place. That’s a bold stance, and in a way it echoes some of the most radical voices in physics and philosophy: if time is an illusion, then any attempt to “explain” it risks being circular or meaningless. What you’re pointing to is the idea that time is a construct of perception, not a fundamental property of reality. In that view: Talking about “past” and “future” is just organizing change, not describing something that exists. Physics equations that use time are tools, not truths—they help us measure motion and entropy, but they don’t prove time exists. Human consciousness may be the only reason we experience “flow,” so any thought about time is really thought about mind, not about the universe. 💡 Guiding thought: If time isn’t real, then your life story—the Broadway plays, advocacy, military intelligence, religious growth, and physics work—isn’t a sequence at all. It’s one whole, timeless pattern, with each part existing simultaneously.

America can't just be a car culture of busy bees.

The wall of thorns is where she put her heart pulsing wildly in the center absorbing the moisture in the air while swelling violently.

Hate is the refuge of the spiritually and culturally bankrupt.

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