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· Apr 12
On Tariffs, Tumbles, and the Ties That Bind
Greetings, dear ones. This week, Paco and I attempted to construct a wind chime from old soup cans, inspired by the melodic clatter of the mountain goats’ hooves on the rocks. Paco, ever the artisan, insisted on tuning each can to a different note. The result was less "symphony of the spheres" and more "percussion ensemble during an avalanche." Still, it brought a certain charm to our humble abode.
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· May 11
Of Yaks, Paper Airplanes, and the Fragility of Peace
As violence flares once more between nations, Guru XVI reflects from atop his mountain on the fragile nature of peace, the cycle of vengeance, and the radical power of compassion. Can we choose dialogue over destruction?
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· Apr 27
Of Stones and Thrones: On Power, Accountability, and the Curious Case of Partial Immunity
Greetings, dear Seekers of the Long Path, It has been a peculiar week atop Guru Mountain. Paco, my faithful yak and confidant, has taken it upon himself to learn the ancient art of interpretive dance. Unfortunately, given his size, his interpretation of "The Dance of the Flowing River" caused a minor avalanche of teacups, spare typewriter ribbons, and one exceedingly grumpy marmot.
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· Apr 19
The Echoes of Tariffs and the Dance of Paper Airplanes
Greetings, dear souls of the valley and beyond, This week atop Guru Mountain, Paco and I found ourselves in a bit of a predicament. A sudden gust of wind had scattered our carefully stacked parchments, sending them fluttering like oversized snowflakes across the summit. Paco, ever the diligent yak, chased after them with surprising agility, his hooves deftly avoiding the delicate alpine flowers.
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· Apr 12
On Tariffs, Tumbles, and the Ties That Bind
Greetings, dear ones. This week, Paco and I attempted to construct a wind chime from old soup cans, inspired by the melodic clatter of the mountain goats’ hooves on the rocks. Paco, ever the artisan, insisted on tuning each can to a different note. The result was less "symphony of the spheres" and more "percussion ensemble during an avalanche." Still, it brought a certain charm to our humble abode.
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· Mar 29
Of Iron, Ignorance, and Illusions of Safety
Greetings from the snow-dappled crags of Guru Mountain, This morning, Paco the yak and I undertook our weekly expedition to the Hidden Hollow of Harmonious Hiccups, a spot so serene that even one’s digestive anomalies emerge in time with the wind chimes. Paco brought along his ukulele — an instrument he plays with an intensity usually reserved for chewing cud. I brought my thoughts.
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· Mar 27
The Borderline Between Truth and Theatre
Greetings from the Whispering Heights of Guru Mountain, It has been a most peculiar week up here, my friends. Paco, my noble yak companion, spent three entire days attempting to befriend a suspicio…
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