There is a noticeable difference between being inside all day and stepping outside for even a short while. I don’t mean exercise, or productivity, or fresh air in the practical sense. I mean something subtler—something that settles in the body before it ever reaches...
I didn’t choose the word Veilkin because it sounded symbolic or poetic. I chose it because it described something I had already noticed. I’ve always had the sense that we’re not seeing clearly — not because the truth is hidden in some dramatic way, but...
Something I’ve come to accept—slowly, and without bitterness—is that in the grand scheme of things, not everyone shares the same moral compass. I don’t mean differences of opinion.I don’t mean culture, beliefs, or labels. I mean something more fundamental. An...
I’ve never been able to understand how anyone could tell me what is true for me. Not because I think I know better.But because I don’t see how they possibly could. No one lives inside my body.No one hears the thoughts I don’t speak.No one feels the quiet...
I didn’t start this because I know the truth.I started it because I feel there is truth — and that it can be found. Not handed down.Not enforced.Not feared into submission. Found. I suspect there are others like me. People who carry a sense of something real...
