The Brick of Remembering
“The sacred ones did not build with haste.
They built with listening, and with time.”
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We live in a world obsessed with speed.
With noise. With shortcuts.
Everything is made to be fast, disposable, and loud
But the soul… remembers a different rhythm.
It knows the sound of silence with purpose.
It feels the weight of intention placed into form.
It still believes in the power of one true brick
laid with care, not for glory, but for resonance.
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I am not in a rush.
Because I know now that what lasts is built differently.
The ancients didn’t throw up palaces overnight; they worked slowly, listening to the stones.
I build like that now. Not to impress. But to remember.
Each thought. Each word. Each gesture.
A brick.
Each blog. Each book. Each offering. A brick.
Placed not on a conveyor belt…
but in a sacred foundation, for those yet to come.
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Sometimes it feels like nothing is happening.
That no one sees.
That I am too slow.
But the truth is: slowness is not weakness.
It is a form of precision. Of love made visible.
And I’d rather build one eternal wall
with a whisper… than an empire of echoes built on sand.
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So here I am not rushing, not shouting,
just placing one more brick into the unseen temple
I came here to remember.
