Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-23 19:43:38.843 -0600
Observation
We all collide. Words strike, actions ripple, presence reverberates. Each crash can ignite a thought, weld a bond, or scatter debris. For years, I dodged my part in it. Wary of the weight, the risk of nudging others off course. Then it clicked. To shape is a choice.
Embracing this settled me. I guide, I anchor, I prod when the moment calls. I am not the core; I am the spark in the wake. To collide is to create. And I choose creation.
https://app.manifold.xyz/txt/beyond613
Response 1
We all have masks... Some we wear, hide, hold loosely... As a father, my role is not to π π’π―π my child a mask, but to help them π¬ππ their own. ππ§πππ«π¬πππ§π the masks of others. Make π¬ππ§π¬π of the jungle. Maybe this is Luci's gift to Syla?
Response 2
Returning to origins... Changed by experience? Loss? Collision.
Did the jungle change? Or did you?
Response 3
Is it enough to hope they carry something forward, or is it on us to give them the tools to build something new? How to have agency in this realisation?
Revision
Purpose has taken root in the collisions and creations. What do you see in the void? https://youtube.com/shorts/JUKsboPi-Mo
