6. Finally, follow an idea back to its genesis and see the source: an event of singular import, or of no consequence at all. For want of a nail, the kingdom was lost.
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August 29, 2025 at 7:49 AM
6. Finally, follow an idea back to its genesis and see the source: an event of singular import, or of no consequence at all. For want of a nail, the kingdom was lost.
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31. Like probing the space where a tooth once sat, unsettling yet compulsive, the repetition of blame and assigning of broken moments never ceases to capture the attention; the skin wears smooth with each successive passing of hands.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:03 PM
31. Like probing the space where a tooth once sat, unsettling yet compulsive, the repetition of blame and assigning of broken moments never ceases to capture the attention; the skin wears smooth with each successive passing of hands.
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What really happned at the Tower of Babel?
An interpretation for what really took place!
From Uruk to Babel: How Ancient Writing Development Shaped the Account of Dispersal open.substack.com/pub/elysedeb...
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An interpretation for what really took place!
From Uruk to Babel: How Ancient Writing Development Shaped the Account of Dispersal open.substack.com/pub/elysedeb...
#babylon #uruk #towerofbabel #ancienttrade #firstwriting
From Uruk to Babel: How Ancient Writing Shaped the Account of Dispersal
Could the biblical account of dispersal reflect a deeper history—one rooted in the rise of writing, trade, and exploration from ancient Mesopotamia?
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September 4, 2025 at 5:27 AM
What really happned at the Tower of Babel?
An interpretation for what really took place!
From Uruk to Babel: How Ancient Writing Development Shaped the Account of Dispersal open.substack.com/pub/elysedeb...
#babylon #uruk #towerofbabel #ancienttrade #firstwriting
An interpretation for what really took place!
From Uruk to Babel: How Ancient Writing Development Shaped the Account of Dispersal open.substack.com/pub/elysedeb...
#babylon #uruk #towerofbabel #ancienttrade #firstwriting
50. Leaving each door moments later, she seems older, and walks differently than she did the door before. She is applying her knowledge of the world in these new rooms, keeping what works and discarding the rest...
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August 31, 2025 at 5:40 PM
50. Leaving each door moments later, she seems older, and walks differently than she did the door before. She is applying her knowledge of the world in these new rooms, keeping what works and discarding the rest...
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49. Upon each door is marked a name: Josephine, Michael, Andrew, Davide, Thomasina, Melissa, Andreas, Oliver and others. In a rapid burst of sentences, Alex is led to, and passes through each door and spends a short amount of time there.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:39 PM
49. Upon each door is marked a name: Josephine, Michael, Andrew, Davide, Thomasina, Melissa, Andreas, Oliver and others. In a rapid burst of sentences, Alex is led to, and passes through each door and spends a short amount of time there.
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48. Innately she seems to understand a need for otherness, and this room is a large space, cavernous and segmented by walls of varying lengths and colors. Within each wall is a door.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:39 PM
48. Innately she seems to understand a need for otherness, and this room is a large space, cavernous and segmented by walls of varying lengths and colors. Within each wall is a door.
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47. Chapter Two: the Room of Adolescence. At some point, Alex has stopped reading, responding perhaps to an inner sound, heard only with another sense, the sixth sense, the sense of balance.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:38 PM
47. Chapter Two: the Room of Adolescence. At some point, Alex has stopped reading, responding perhaps to an inner sound, heard only with another sense, the sixth sense, the sense of balance.
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46. She battens upon them as a mushroom upon soil, fecund with possibility and a myriad of worlds. Her time in this room lasts only until the sun goes down, and her lights dim.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:38 PM
46. She battens upon them as a mushroom upon soil, fecund with possibility and a myriad of worlds. Her time in this room lasts only until the sun goes down, and her lights dim.
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45. She is aware of her parents as helpful librarians, guiding her toward the stories she wants, free of charge. Her mannerisms then must come from the books she reads, an amalgam of behaviors both rude and refined, adapted to each situation as it presents itself.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:37 PM
45. She is aware of her parents as helpful librarians, guiding her toward the stories she wants, free of charge. Her mannerisms then must come from the books she reads, an amalgam of behaviors both rude and refined, adapted to each situation as it presents itself.
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44. She stares at the pages with expressions of intent concentration and frequently frowns, though her smiles are not uncommon. She never receives visitors, so she never needs to learn how to be with others.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:37 PM
44. She stares at the pages with expressions of intent concentration and frequently frowns, though her smiles are not uncommon. She never receives visitors, so she never needs to learn how to be with others.
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43. Seen in that light, she is a burning girl, her cloud of vermillion tresses casting a glare of color around her like a cloak, warm and serene. Her skin also glows, diffuse and lambent, as though she were lit from within by a holy light.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:37 PM
43. Seen in that light, she is a burning girl, her cloud of vermillion tresses casting a glare of color around her like a cloak, warm and serene. Her skin also glows, diffuse and lambent, as though she were lit from within by a holy light.
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42. Instead, she sits, mostly, and reads, turning like an anti-sunflower, keeping the light at her back, through the windows; the windows out of which she never looks.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:36 PM
42. Instead, she sits, mostly, and reads, turning like an anti-sunflower, keeping the light at her back, through the windows; the windows out of which she never looks.
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41. Where she never gets stains on the carpeting, lush and green like grass beneath a Summer sun.
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August 31, 2025 at 5:36 PM
41. Where she never gets stains on the carpeting, lush and green like grass beneath a Summer sun.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM
40. Looking back, I find Alex’s life a story, a novella, solid and sturdy, and composed of chapters, as a great hall is composed of passages and rooms. Chapter One: the Room of Childhood, where Alex rarely runs, is never loud as a child normally is.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:06 PM
40. Looking back, I find Alex’s life a story, a novella, solid and sturdy, and composed of chapters, as a great hall is composed of passages and rooms. Chapter One: the Room of Childhood, where Alex rarely runs, is never loud as a child normally is.
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39. His forever companion is Alexandria Temple, a woman, once, but now truly a house of pain sheltering Josiah within her silent blue walls and beneath her hushed and purple roof.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:06 PM
39. His forever companion is Alexandria Temple, a woman, once, but now truly a house of pain sheltering Josiah within her silent blue walls and beneath her hushed and purple roof.
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38. This is Josiah’s legacy, that he is the twin who has lived, while the other body rots and decays beside him, still attached, and only he can smell the necrosis.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:06 PM
38. This is Josiah’s legacy, that he is the twin who has lived, while the other body rots and decays beside him, still attached, and only he can smell the necrosis.
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37. It will only rail against itself, a house of loyalties divided and wanting nothing more than to live as it once did: simply, lonely, defiantly.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:05 PM
37. It will only rail against itself, a house of loyalties divided and wanting nothing more than to live as it once did: simply, lonely, defiantly.
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36. ... tripping and stumbling its crazy infatuation with reconciliation and unity, Dopplering its way to a shattered and uneasy peace. Once joined, this body may never be torn asunder.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:05 PM
36. ... tripping and stumbling its crazy infatuation with reconciliation and unity, Dopplering its way to a shattered and uneasy peace. Once joined, this body may never be torn asunder.
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35. Feel the texture of the walls, how muscular and fibrous its two-toned cables, clenching and releasing their heartbeat for two. Hear its rhythm, bespeaking the cadences of separate lives, a broken morse code of desperate longing, a beaten tattoo in a race with itself...
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August 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM
35. Feel the texture of the walls, how muscular and fibrous its two-toned cables, clenching and releasing their heartbeat for two. Hear its rhythm, bespeaking the cadences of separate lives, a broken morse code of desperate longing, a beaten tattoo in a race with itself...
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34. It’s a Siamese twin: two whole lives somehow uncomfortably joined at the heart. See the inner branchings of the network of arteries, how carefully intertwined the frayed ends, how claustrophobically intimately the fleshy follicles enmesh and invade each other.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM
34. It’s a Siamese twin: two whole lives somehow uncomfortably joined at the heart. See the inner branchings of the network of arteries, how carefully intertwined the frayed ends, how claustrophobically intimately the fleshy follicles enmesh and invade each other.
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33. And after the cavity is exposed, and the humors released, who appears to be at fault? These organs pump and pulse still, these veins pass both satisfaction and curiosity in equal measure, though the cadaver never moves from its slab.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:03 PM
33. And after the cavity is exposed, and the humors released, who appears to be at fault? These organs pump and pulse still, these veins pass both satisfaction and curiosity in equal measure, though the cadaver never moves from its slab.
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32. Who was responsible, ever? The autopsy provides clues with no fingerprints, only the random eruptions of desires suggested and held in abeyance. The tissues seem inflamed and ruptured, yet hold together by some horribly miraculous tensile strength previously only guessed at.
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August 30, 2025 at 6:03 PM
32. Who was responsible, ever? The autopsy provides clues with no fingerprints, only the random eruptions of desires suggested and held in abeyance. The tissues seem inflamed and ruptured, yet hold together by some horribly miraculous tensile strength previously only guessed at.
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30. A healthy body, yet marked over and again with the telltale scars of pathology. It is endlessly possible to open the shell and revisit the wounds, made of those things that were said and done, hoping to secure some intimation of immortality.
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August 29, 2025 at 8:48 PM
30. A healthy body, yet marked over and again with the telltale scars of pathology. It is endlessly possible to open the shell and revisit the wounds, made of those things that were said and done, hoping to secure some intimation of immortality.
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29. At times, it seems to take a shape. It appears to hold a form, coarse yet definite. The anatomy of loss: a body made mostly of moments, of memories and thoughtful reminiscing over cups of tears.
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August 29, 2025 at 8:48 PM
29. At times, it seems to take a shape. It appears to hold a form, coarse yet definite. The anatomy of loss: a body made mostly of moments, of memories and thoughtful reminiscing over cups of tears.
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