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I will pray for you – his words from only yesterday ping through the inside of my skull and brain and dance around my mind as I’m stuck on the peak of a mountain. not stuck like that guy from 72 hours, but im all alone no back up no food no water – i just finished that can of BCAA which i thought would give me the final push to get to the escalator, but wasnt true. phone battery dead no map it’s getting dark and i just felt a snowflake – fuck me if it’s going to snow im dead. while i was laying on my back and on my backpack – too tired to take it off, all energy spent, body shot, spirit next to nil – there were not a lot of people i was thinking about. not the girl from oregon id come to love months from now not the hot topmodel cum cocaine dealer norwegian girl i smashed a few days back. i thought about my parents a lot. sometimes about my best friend. but there was this guy i was thinking about. John. John was an engineer like me. And after I left the hot girl's apartment in bislett I took the tram to oslo central station. There I needed directions for the train to the airport. I asked a random guy and we got to chatting and our energies vibed and he was not just an engineer like me but also a man of faith like me. And at our parting moment, he paused. Something solemn and still in him. He said, This might be strange. But I’m a religious man. And it seems you’re going to undertake something. I wish you the best. And I will pray for you. Just thinking about it, brings me close to tears, welling up at the back of my eyes. Something so pure, so great and so human and so brotherly and so real. Straight from the heart. From one human being to another. So powerful, so sweet, so vibrant. So much vitality and energy and soul and spirit there. It kept me afloat, it kept me whole, these ample words of a stranger, while i thought i was fighting for my life on that mountain. The power of a prayer set me right, set me straight and set my heart right. Enough for me to get up and take the next right step which would lead me all the way to the end and would lead me straight to this poem.

John Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. – Gospel John 12:24

It is foolish to think that you have to read all the books you buy, as it is foolish to criticize those who buy more books than they will ever be able to read. It would be like saying that you should use all the cutlery or glasses or screwdrivers or drill bits you bought before buying new ones. There are things in life that we need to always have plenty of supplies, even if we will only use a small portion. If, for example, we consider books as medicine, we understand that it is good to have many at home rather than a few: when you want to feel better, then you go to the 'medicine closet' and choose a book. Not a random one, but the right book for that moment. That's why you should always have a nutrition choice! Those who buy only one book, read only that one and then get rid of it. They simply apply the consumer mentality to books, that is, they consider them a consumer product, a good. Those who love books know that a book is anything but a commodity. - Umberto Eco

Becoming - Marron Glace Do you know how marron glace is made? To make a marron glace, they boil chestnuts, peel them, and dip them in syrup. That adds a layer of sugar around the chestnuts. After that, you dunk it in a thicker syrup. That adds a layer of sugar around the existing layer of sugar. You dunk it in a thicker syrup. It adds another layer of syrup. You dunk it in a thicker syrup. And you do that over and over. A sweet coating on top of a sweet coating. One placed over the other. Eventually, the chestnut itself becomes sweet like candy. The chestnut was never that sweet in the first place. It was just the coating that was sweet in the beginning. The public face switches places with true intentions. At some point, the means become the end.

The response has been overwhelming. Coupled with some poignant, heartfelt direct messages I've received. Thanks again. ... That said, Nothing gold can stay; One cannot rest on their laurels; One must earn their medals everyday. We move forward, I look forward to you reading what I post. We ball. HOOA

the official post from my side on Twitter: https://x.com/HooaFury/status/1972253686664720719

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Told you I would keep you updated. The based people have spoken, and it's out. Ofc, there are other people in there, lol, that have nothing to do with me. But if you like what this account/brand - people - what it's all about, feel free to check it out, and support them, or just read some of their other stuff [note: not affl btw] https://x.com/AntelopeHill/status/1972010135275876432

DESERVE The English verb "deserve" originates from the Latin verb deservire, which is composed of the prefix de- meaning "completely" or "thoroughly," and servire meaning "to serve." Thus, the original Latin sense was "to serve well" or "to serve zealously"-essentially to serve completely or fully This Latin term evolved in Late Latin to mean "be entitled to because of good service," implying a right or merit earned through service. From Latin, it passed into Old French as deservir (Modern French desservir), carrying the sense "to deserve, be worthy of, earn, merit." The word entered Middle English as deserven around the 13th century, retaining the meaning "to merit or be worthy of something by qualities or actions" The root servire itself comes from Latin servus meaning "slave" or "servant," originally meaning "to be a slave or be in service." This root likely traces back to Proto-Italic serwo- meaning "shepherd" or "guardian," and ultimately to the Proto-Indo-European root ser- meaning "to guard" or "protect." Over time, the term's connotation shifted from servitude to devoted service and then to merit or worthiness based on that service. In summary, "deserve" literally means "to serve completely" and figuratively "to be worthy of or entitled to something because of good or complete service." This semantic development reflects a progression from literal service to a broader sense of merit and entitlement

HOOA Whether you’re a true writer doesnt have anything to do with technique, it has everything to do with knowledge. A writer deep down should be a linguist. He knows not of writing, he knows of words – the word. As it was is and will be – he knows of language. Once the writer knows his language he embeds, and entombs, himself in the pantheon of something more grand, and viral, than time itself. The writer knows no age, and it is only because he knows the age he lives in himself. And he knows, and hears, the vapors of the fuming whispers of its come hither word.

You've been smuttering the cooing whispers of your instinct, your gut, and soul for eons. And it shows. Once you do that. It thinks, ok goodbye fuck off, you dont trust me no more. Dork, you dont trust yourself. Keep doing that, and literally nothing real will happen in your life ***

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Twilight of Summer He’s not late, he’s not early, but he’s walking briskly He’s wearing his cap, his shades, gorgio armani it’s summer, the sun is high and fierce and bright but still he sees to his right a little boy, who could not have been older than two or perhaps three years, he’s also wearing glasses and he’s fully in the sun and he sees the man for what he truly is, Just play in the sun enjoy the summer while it lasts make the most of every season before they pass the penultimate nietzschean avatar knows this and with innocent intuition he knows what comes next and the man like all adults is left in the shadows of ignorance but then he comes alive because the little boy passes the ball with such sublime force and perfect connection the man smirks fully and he almost wants to smile broadly the joy piercing through his stoney mask he shows the boy what it means to play try to make the most of this while it lasts he gives him the two touch one tap to stop the ball and instantly pass the ball back, just like he was learned watching other kids and adults play football while he was stuck in class studying, inside, reading and writing, watching each and every summer pass passing latin exams, studying cicero getting his masters, in building bridges each and every summer pass, and the fleeting joy fluttered away too the curse of summers that never last the curse of summers made of glass fracture and blow away into a blast of the past but all came in reversal and everything was meant for this moment of a little boy with the perfect pass now with a smile toying on his lips the man feels something he knows does not last he thinks he knows of it, what it means, he hopes and remembers he dreams he plays he walks briskly pasted the little boy with the ball in the sun at the square next to the house where he grew up the sun refracting on his shades I have to go now, immerse with the adults this twinge in his heart breathes the light of all summers past it breathes the twilight of all summers to come where all men become boys again and boys become men to play in the shadow of the sun knowing this will never pass.

The things, people, emotions, events you have repressed, you are ignorant about them. You dont even know that you dont know. To complete the full puzzle that is you, you will have to dive deeper than the tip of the iceberg. Every flaw, tic, anxiety, negativity, all a clue.

I have taken a bit of a backburning on publishing anything to be honest. haha this does not mean I am not writing not running not training not vibing not spreading powerful good Heroic NRG. Couple touch-ons, re what I have posted this year, that poem that is published I am compounding on that. More to come. I am still running marathons. I am currently on the road to my sixth. I could simply make content on that. But that is currently not at the fore of my mind atm. Trust me when you're running so much, you have no desire to stare in a camera and talk about it. Smth spiritually weak about people training like an athlete and then wanting to talk about it the next second. Furthermore I am a big proponent of Active recovery, it enables one to never be truly off. Even on so called 'off days'. This way you can always be ON. And the world needs to you to be on, on YOUR game 24/7 - I am a big proponent of moving w/o moving; being moved, by the world, the universal laws and God. This year I've run a lot. More than someone perhaps could in their entire life. Volume, intensity, and frequency. This year I entered the realm of ultrarunning. Clocking in three backyard ultras - 50 kilometer stuff [33 miles]. And it simple means I have to take recover that much more serious, and it means I improve that much faster. I recently set an accidental record for a 5K, with a 4m40s/km pace. That is all downstream from my endeavours. And, on top of all this, it's never about the running. It's about the universal man. Diving deep to the core of one's being and finding what it means to be human, and unlocking one's full potential. This requires stillness, explosiveness, training, breathing, stretching all that. World is hectic; stay frosty out there. Do not focus on the noise. Focus on instead that which is uself and vital and that which is yours, your signal. Make yourself better and those around you. HOOA

stay frosty out there LOCK IN HOOA