Dovana

03/11/2025

Vote right … vote wise … vote Zohran Kwame Mamdani ♥️

This morning, our city still plunged into darkness, I set off to walk the Brooklyn Bridge toward City Hall in Manhattan. Just like this campaign, when we launched in October over a year ago, I began with only a few people by my side.

But the banner we carried told a story that we have always known to be true, even when we were polling at 1%: Our Time Is Now.

And as the first signs of light began to emerge over the horizon, more and more people joined us — canvassers, labor leaders, working people and elected officials — until we were a movement, marching toward City Hall.

New York deserves a Mayor up late and up early, who works as hard as the people of this city. It deserves a City Hall that’s not only be a beacon of light once the sun has risen and illuminated it from the exterior, but which makes government a light of its own, that people across this city feel at all hours of this day.

I cannot do this alone. Election Day looms. More than 735,000 New Yorkers have already voted, and countless more will decide tomorrow what kind of leadership they want to define the next four years.

Every voter will consider something different, but ultimately the question before us all is very simple: morning versus night.

Do we want it to be morning in New York again, where we feel the warmth of the sun on our skin and the possibility inherent to every new day?

Or do we want to shiver in the night cast by a politics of fear and self-enrichment?

Our time has come, New York. Our time is now.

Polls are open 6am to 9pm on Tuesday, November 4.

16/07/2025

Every person's map of the world is as unique as their thumbprint. There are no two people alike. No two people who understand the same sentence the same way ... in dealing with people you try not to fit them to your concept of what they should be.

16/02/2025

Robert Louis Stevenson was high on co***ne when he wrote The Strange Case of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde. His wife F***y Stevenson claimed that one night, she was awakened by her husband’s cries. She woke him from his nightmare, only to be scolded: "Why did you wake me? I was dreaming a fine bogeytale." She had interrupted him as his mind wove the first transformation scene of Dr. Jekyll into his dark alter-ego Hyde.

F***y Stevenson had not been the kind of woman Robert’s parents had imagined for him. While she was beautiful and witty, F***y was 10 years his senior, divorced, American, and something of a tomboy. She rolled her own ci******es and knew how to shoot a pistol. But Robert was absolutely besotted by her, even following her back to America. When his family refused to pay for his passage, he toiled and saved for 3 years, just to be reunited with her. All turned out well in the end, for had Robert fallen in love with someone else, perhaps the story Dr. Jekylll and Mr Hyde might have turned out very differently.

F***y read Robert’s first draft, advising him to re-write it as an allegory. So Robert started from scratch, burning his first draft for fear that he would try to salvage it. He re-wrote the whole story in 6 days, and this version went on to become one of the most famous horror novellas of all time, reflecting a deep inner struggle of good and evil, found at the core of every man.

( All credit goes to the original creator 🙂 )

16/02/2025

Wherever a pain is, that's where the cure goes; wherever poverty is, that's where provision goes. Wherever a difficult question is, that's where the answer goes; wherever a ship is, water goes to it. Don't seek the water; increase your thirst, so water may gush forth from above and below.

Jalaluddin Rumi

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16/02/2025

The Two Travelers: A Story of Balance

There were once two travelers, each seeking wisdom and fulfillment. They set off on separate paths, both determined to reach the same mountaintop—the place of ultimate understanding.

The first traveler was a man of action. He believed that wisdom came through effort, discipline, and relentless pursuit. Every day, he strategized, calculated, and forced his way forward. He fought the winds, resisted the currents, and controlled everything in his path. To him, passivity was weakness.

The second traveler was a man of surrender. He believed that wisdom would come if he simply opened himself to it. He sat in meditation, waiting for the world to unfold before him. He did not chase—he trusted. He let the waves carry him, believing that if he did nothing, all would align.

Years passed.

The first traveler had made great progress, but was exhausted. He had calculated every step but never felt at peace. The burden of controlling every outcome weighed heavy on his soul.

The second traveler, meanwhile, had experienced deep moments of stillness, but never moved forward. He had found inner peace, but lacked the wisdom of action. He waited, but life never came to meet him fully.

One day, their paths crossed at the base of the mountain.

The first traveler, weary and frustrated, looked at the second traveler and said,
“I have done everything, worked tirelessly, but something is missing. I have wisdom, but no peace.”

The second traveler, longing for movement, replied,
“I have waited, surrendered, but I am still in the same place. I have peace, but no progress.”

It was then that a third traveler appeared—one who had reached the mountaintop.

He smiled at both and said,
“You each have only half of the key. The fullness of life comes not from effort alone, nor from surrender alone, but from the balance of both.

22/01/2025

Agatha Christie's life took a dramatic turn in 1926. At the age of thirty-five, she was plunged into despair by the loss of her mother and the betrayal of her husband, Archie, who left her for another woman. This double blow sent her spiraling into a deep depression, leaving her feeling utterly lost and disillusioned. The only solace she found was in the love of her seven-year-old daughter, Rosalind.
Born into wealth and privilege in 1890, Agatha had shown a remarkable talent for writing from a young age. She married Archie Christie, a dashing pilot, in 1914. Together, they weathered the storms of World War I and welcomed their daughter in 1919. By the time her marriage began to unravel, Agatha had already established herself as a successful author with five acclaimed detective novels.
As she slowly emerged from the shadows of her failed marriage, Agatha turned to writing as a source of comfort and escape. A journey on the Orient Express offered a brief respite, but it was an archaeological dig in Iraq in 1930 that truly transformed her life. There, she met Max Mallowan, a younger archaeologist, and their love story blossomed. They married later that year and embarked on a lifelong partnership filled with love, adventure, and intellectual companionship.
The year 1926, a year of immense pain and uncertainty, marked a turning point in Agatha Christie's life. In the decades that followed, she would go on to become one of history's most celebrated authors, penning over 70 best-selling novels and creating the longest-running play ever staged. Her second marriage brought her happiness, and both she and Max received prestigious honors: Max was knighted in 1968, and Agatha was made a Dame of the British Empire in 1971.
Agatha Christie passed away on January 12, 1976, at the age of 85. With over two billion copies of her books sold worldwide, she remains the best-selling novelist of all time. Her enduring legacy is a testament to her resilience, her extraordinary talent, and her ability to turn adversity into triumph.

05/07/2024

All night, a man called out “God! God!”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Adversary of mankind said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
… How come you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”

The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”

The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”

― Rumi

10/05/2023

The sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breath