A cold lake. No wind once you’re in. No people.
Just you, the water… and whatever lives beneath it.
What begins as a peaceful swim quickly shifts into something else — a reminder that in nature, you’re never really alone.

Is poetry still alive - or have we simply stopped listening?
This essay explores why true art must move us, challenge us, and search for truth. Through The Birth of Christmas, it becomes a reflection on meaning, faith, and the human need to reach beyond the ordinary.

Do you learn math through 'brainwashing'? Wouldn't you think someone a total idiot to say: only those who were brainwashed as children believe in math?