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I wish people would raise their children as if they were miracles. Superheroes. Creators. Because those kids. . .they’d revere the power of the pen.
"Implants and enhancements became ubiquitous. Twenty years later... they became obligatory." - Part 2 in the Jewish dystopian sci-fi series by David Karpel.
“Moderation is mediocrity,” you say. “Dire times. Everything matters. We can’t waste our talents and skills, nor our talented and skilled. Not any longer..."
"To me, making music lets you express yourself and transcend yourself at the same time."
When we named you Kalanit – after the beautiful anemones that bloom in Israel in spring, right around your birthday – little did we know how precious and honorable a flower we nurtured into the world.
Heron, your indifference, your beak to the sky, your unmoving, ruffled stance on the crumbling seawall, your staunch you-ness, it’s so easy for you. To be you. You through and through.
The sound of the effort to escape is also the sound of the effort to know where you are now.
Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
Everybody’s fighting something. Or they’re not growing.
