On a day that stands apart in the soul—as a reminder that any path is woven from a precise step, a faithful word, and a clear cause—one especially wishes to speak not loudly, but purely: not to persuade, but to gently lead the line of one’s theses, so that it may reach another person without losses or distortions.
My publications—on paradoxes, on ways of understanding, on how explanation is born and why it sometimes meets not dispute but silence—have been unfolded on various platforms. One of them became a true Bermuda Triangle for all the creative content I had housed there: an entire sequence of works disappeared, including the texts of the pioneer of my entirely peaceful intellectual presence, “The Concept of Elements /The Boundless Space/,” tempered by years without negative evaluation (over the entire period since 19 October 2022, when it began its contact with readers, only a single comment was voiced—and even that on a tangential topic). With more than 62,000 views, it occupied an honorable second position in the list of topics, surpassing another author’s article with 51,000 views published on 17 March 2014, though it significantly trailed an article that amassed 3.4 million views since 27 April 2015—thanks to the author’s creative finding in its former, extremely popular title, linked to the mystery of disappearances in the Bermuda Triangle…
The problem behind this disappearance was the platform’s inability to withstand the pressure of a sequential line of thought that ceases to be a mere scattering once it is assembled into a coherent line. Ordinary forums readily tolerate only single “sparks”: a short hypothesis, an isolated phrase, a vivid dispute. Praise and honor to forums that are truly hospitable, patient with an author who writes as though continuing a conversation with himself, step by step clarifying concepts—so that it begins to look not like an exchange of opinions, but like another rhythm of thought: slower, more demanding of attention.
On a day doubly significant for me, my reflections on the cosmos—as a symbol of space not only above us, but also within us—turn to where the word begins its journey, so as to be projected into multilingual forum expanses: cosmically, karmically free in status, open to philosophical conversations.
Haiku
The leaf did not fall—
the branch retained the warmth.
The path is not yet seen.
Quieter than dispute,
thought takes root along the way—
the moon has grown fuller.
The star is near.
Meaning does not shout—it leads.
A step—and openness.
One cannot hold
a text to a single pier:
the sea will find it.
The initial version of the text and the haiku were prepared with the participation of Microsoft Copilot (M365 Copilot), based on the original theses and facts provided by the author, who himself—acting as a strict editor—tightened the textual screws to the utmost, passing his pen even over the haiku.
My publications—on paradoxes, on ways of understanding, on how explanation is born and why it sometimes meets not dispute but silence—have been unfolded on various platforms. One of them became a true Bermuda Triangle for all the creative content I had housed there: an entire sequence of works disappeared, including the texts of the pioneer of my entirely peaceful intellectual presence, “The Concept of Elements /The Boundless Space/,” tempered by years without negative evaluation (over the entire period since 19 October 2022, when it began its contact with readers, only a single comment was voiced—and even that on a tangential topic). With more than 62,000 views, it occupied an honorable second position in the list of topics, surpassing another author’s article with 51,000 views published on 17 March 2014, though it significantly trailed an article that amassed 3.4 million views since 27 April 2015—thanks to the author’s creative finding in its former, extremely popular title, linked to the mystery of disappearances in the Bermuda Triangle…
The problem behind this disappearance was the platform’s inability to withstand the pressure of a sequential line of thought that ceases to be a mere scattering once it is assembled into a coherent line. Ordinary forums readily tolerate only single “sparks”: a short hypothesis, an isolated phrase, a vivid dispute. Praise and honor to forums that are truly hospitable, patient with an author who writes as though continuing a conversation with himself, step by step clarifying concepts—so that it begins to look not like an exchange of opinions, but like another rhythm of thought: slower, more demanding of attention.
On a day doubly significant for me, my reflections on the cosmos—as a symbol of space not only above us, but also within us—turn to where the word begins its journey, so as to be projected into multilingual forum expanses: cosmically, karmically free in status, open to philosophical conversations.
The leaf did not fall—
the branch retained the warmth.
The path is not yet seen.
Quieter than dispute,
thought takes root along the way—
the moon has grown fuller.
The star is near.
Meaning does not shout—it leads.
A step—and openness.
One cannot hold
a text to a single pier:
the sea will find it.
