Stream of Consciousness
I Saw God Through the Kitchen Window
Cupping my fingers, I glide them across her trapezius and steadily up and along her neck, pushing in my thumb. I finish the move at the base of her skull. I rub with small, deep circles to soften the solidified fascia.
By Chantal Christie Weiss15 days ago in Humans
The Banality of Evil
We often imagine crime as the work of monsters—people so different from us that we can safely put them in another category. Serial killers, corrupt officials, war criminals: they’re “other,” right? But history and psychology tell a more unsettling story. Ordinary people, people who look like us, who live next door, who go to work and pay bills, can and do commit extraordinary crimes.
By The Crime Canvas15 days ago in Humans
Essence, Embodiment, and Relational Reality
The Failure of Reduction and the Need for Synthesis There is a persistent failure in many modern attempts to explain what a human being is. Some frameworks reduce the person entirely to matter, insisting that identity, consciousness, morality, and meaning are nothing more than emergent properties of physical processes. Other frameworks move in the opposite direction, detaching spirit from reason and grounding belief in intuition alone, often at the cost of coherence or accountability. Both approaches fail because both misunderstand essence. One denies that essence exists at all. The other treats it as something vague and undefinable.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast17 days ago in Humans
When Intelligence Becomes Artificial, What Happens to the Human Beneath It?
Intelligence used to be something we admired only in people. It lived in curiosity, creativity, empathy, and the ability to make meaning out of chaos. Intelligence was flawed, slow, emotional—and deeply human.
By Mind Meets Machine17 days ago in Humans
A Very Wicked Man
You told me I was worth my weight in gold, a priceless diamond. Yet behind those words, the beatings I endured spoke a different truth. The comments you made cut deep, leaving me shattered. I hid my bruises from my dad, covering the pain that echoed in fractured bones. My brother would have fought you, would have killed you if he had only known.
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Humans
