Even a decaying and rotten empire will fight for its continuation.

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No not that: this: Mostly We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also. The liberals are doomed: So trump has good allies in techYes, President Trump has cultivated a strong network of allies across the tech industry, a significant shift from the more contentious relationship during his first term. As of May 2026, many of Silicon Valley's most powerful figures have moved into formal advisory roles or established multi-billion dollar investment partnerships with his administration.Key Strategic AlliesElon Musk: Perhaps his closest ally, Musk donated over $243 million to Trump's 2024 campaign and subsequently led the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE).David Sacks: A prominent venture capitalist and "crypto czar," Sacks co-chairs the President's Council of Advisors on Science and Technology (PCAST).Larry Ellison (Oracle): A long-term supporter who has remained a high-level advisor and donor, contributing millions to Republican efforts.Marc Andreessen & Ben Horowitz: Their venture firm, a16z, has been instrumental in shaping administration policy on AI and cryptocurrency.Formal Advisory Council (PCAST)In early 2026, Trump appointed a new advisory council that leans heavily toward industry titans rather than traditional academics. Members include:Mark Zuckerberg (Meta)Jensen Huang (Nvidia)Sergey Brin (Google co-founder)Lisa Su (AMD)Michael Dell (Dell Technologies)Safra Catz (Oracle)Why the Shift OccurredThe tech industry’s pivot toward Trump was largely driven by a desire for a more lax regulatory environment. Leaders have cited several key benefits:AI Dominance: Trump's "global dominance" plan for AI aims to cut environmental and safety regulations to speed up supercomputer construction.Crypto Support: The administration has embraced cryptocurrency, allowing the industry to grow with minimal federal interference.Antitrust Shifts: A move away from the aggressive antitrust enforcement seen in previous years.Inaugural Support: Major firms including Amazon, Apple, Google, Meta, and Microsoft each donated $1 million to Trump’s inaugural committee, signaling a "realignment" to protect their business interests. This text presents a fascinating juxtaposition between a deeply personal, almost spiritual philosophy on human connection and a very clinical, high-stakes report on the shifting landscape of American power. Here is a breakdown of the two distinct layers in what you shared: 1. The Call for Radical Connection The first section—"We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often"—acts as a moral anchor. It suggests that our current social problems aren't just political, but a result of emotional isolation. Social Responsibility: You’re framing "reaching out" not as a polite gesture, but as a duty. Environmental Impact: This is the most interesting link. It suggests that if we aren't connected to each other, we can't be connected to our physical world. A "me-first" mindset leads to an environment that is neglected or exploited. 2. The Tech Realignment of 2026 The second half provides a stark "real world" example of a massive power shift. It describes a Great Realignment where Silicon Valley—once seen as a liberal bastion—has fundamentally fused with the Trump administration. Key Dynamics of this "New Guard": Efficiency over Regulation: Figures like Musk and Sacks aren't just donors; they are now the architects of the state (via DOGE and PCAST). The "Dominance" Doctrine: The shift in AI policy is particularly striking. By cutting environmental and safety regulations to prioritize speed and "supercomputer construction," the administration is treating AI like a modern-day arms race. The Corporate "Insurance Policy": The mention of $1 million donations from firms like Apple and Google suggests that for these giants, support is less about ideology and more about pragmatism. They are "buying in" to ensure they aren't targeted by the antitrust or regulatory hammers. 3. The Paradox There is a sharp irony when you put these two sections together: The Individual vs. The System: While the first part calls for more communal love and "reaching out," the second part describes a world of industrial consolidation and "dominance." The "Gardens" Connection: In your framework, this tech-heavy, high-prosperity alignment feels like the ultimate "South Garden" maneuver—using immense wealth and "ironic" alliances to maintain order and prosperity, even if it ignores the social/environmental "reaching out" you mentioned. The takeaway: You seem to be pointing out that while the tech-political machine is successfully "aligning" for its own survival, the actual human responsibility of connection is being left behind. It’s a "prosperous" world that might still be losing its soul.

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A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged, Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged; Without unspotted, innocent within, She feared no danger, for she knew no sin. Yet had she oft been chased with horns and hounds, And Scythian shafts; and many winged wounds Aimed at her heart; was often forced to fly, And doomed to death, though fated not to die. Not so her young; for their unequal line Was hero's make, half human, half divine. Their earthly mould obnoxious was to fate, The immortal part assumed immortal state. Of these a slaughtered army lay in blood, Extended o'er the Caledonian wood, Their native walk; whose vocal blood arose, And cried for pardon on their perjured foes. Their fate was fruitful, and the sanguine seed, Endued with souls, increased the sacred breed. So captive Israel multiplied in chains, A numerous exile, and enjoyed her pains. With grief and gladness mixed, their mother viewed Her martyr'd offspring, and their race renewed; Their corpse to perish, but their kind to last, So much the deathless plant the dying fruit surpassed. Panting and pensive now she ranged alone, And wandered in the kingdoms, once her own. The common hunt, though from their rage restrained By sovereign power, her company disdained, Grinned as they passed, and with a glaring eye Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity. 'Tis true, she bounded by, and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight; For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be loved needs only to be seen. The bloody Bear, an independent beast, Unlicked to form, in groans her hate exprest. Among the timorous kind, the quaking Hare Professed neutrality, but would not swear. Next her the buffoon Ape, as atheists use, Mimicked all sects, and had his own to choose; Still when the Lion looked, his knees he bent, And paid at church a courtier's compliment. The bristled baptist Boar, impure as he, But whitened with the foam of sanctity, With fat pollutions filled the sacred place, And mountains levelled in his furious race; So first rebellion founded was in grace. But since the mighty ravage, which he made In German forests, had his guilt betrayed, With broken tusks, and with a borrowed name, He shunned the vengeance, and concealed the shame; So lurked in sects unseen. With greater guile False Reynard fed on consecrated spoil; The graceless beast by Athanasius first Was chased from Nice, then by Socinus nursed; His impious race their blasphemy renewed, And nature's king through nature's optics viewed. Reversed, they viewed him lessened to their eye, Nor in an infant could a God descry; New swarming sects to this obliquely tend, Hence they began, and here they all will end. What weight of ancient witness can prevail, If private reason hold the public scale? But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee, thus concealed, And search no farther than thyself revealed; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake! My thoughtless youth was winged with vain desires; My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Followed false lights; and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame! Good life be now my task; my doubts are done; What more could fright my faith, than three in one? Can I believe eternal God could lie Disguised in mortal mould, and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question his omnipotence? Can I my reason to my faith compel, And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebel? Superior faculties are set aside; Shall their subservient organs be my guide? Then let the moon usurp the rule of day, And winking tapers show the sun his way; For what my senses can themselves perceive, I need no revelation to believe. Can they, who say the Host should be descried By sense, define a body glorified, Impassible, and penetrating parts? Let them declare by what mysterious arts He shot that body through the opposing might Of bolts and bars impervious to the light, And stood before his train confessed in open sight. For since thus wondrously he passed, 'tis plain, One single place two bodies did contain; And sure the same Omnipotence as well Can make one body in more places dwell. Let reason then at her own quarry fly, But how can finite grasp infinity? 'Tis urged again, that faith did first commence By miracles, which are appeals to sense, And thence concluded, that our sense must be The motive still of credibility; For latter ages must on former wait, And what began belief, must propagate. But winnow well this thought, and you shall find 'Tis light as chaff that flies before the wind. Were all those wonders wrought by power divine, As means or ends of some more deep design? Most sure as means, whose end was this alone, To prove the Godhead of the Eternal Son. God thus asserted, man is to believe Beyond what sense and reason can conceive, And, for mysterious things of faith, rely On the proponent, heaven's authority. If, then, our faith we for our guide admit, Vain is the farther search of human wit; As when the building gains a surer stay, We take the unuseful scaffolding away. Reason by sense no more can understand; The game is played into another hand. Why choose we then like bilanders to creep Along the coast, and land in view to keep, When safely we may launch into the deep? In the same vessel, which our Saviour bore, Himself the pilot, let us leave the shore, And with a better guide a better world explore. Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood, And not veil these again to be our food? His grace in both is equal in extent, The first affords us life, the second nourishment. And if he can, why all this frantic pain, To construe what his clearest words contain, And make a riddle what he made so plain? To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith, but bungling bigotry; Both knave and fool the merchant we may call, To pay great sums, and to compound the small; For who would break with heaven, and would not break for all? Rest then, my soul, from endless anguish freed; Nor sciences thy guide, nor sense thy creed. Faith is the best ensurer of thy bliss; The bank above must fail, before the venture miss. But heaven and heaven-born faith are far from thee, Thou first apostate to divinity. Unkennelled range in thy Polonian plains; A fiercer foe the insatiate Wolf remains. Too boastful Britain, please thyself no more, That beasts of prey are banished from thy shore; The bear, the boar, and every savage name, Wild in effect, though in appearance tame, Lay waste thy woods, destroy thy blissful bower, And, muzzled though they seem, the mutes devour. More haughty than the rest, the wolfish race Appears with belly gaunt, and famished face; Never was so deformed a beast of grace. His ragged tail betwixt his legs he wears, Close clapped for shame; but his rough crest he rears, And pricks up his predestinating ears. His wild disordered walk, his haggard eyes, Did all the bestial citizens surprise. Though feared and hated, yet he ruled a while, As captain or companion of the spoil. Full many a year his hateful head had been For tribute paid, nor since in Cambria seen; The last of all the litter scaped by chance, And from Geneva first infested France. Some authors thus his pedigree will trace, But others write him of an upstart race; Because of Wicliffe's brood no mark he brings, But his innate antipathy to kings. These last deduce him from the Helvetian kind,