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There’s something honest about an industrial harbor. There are no royal yacht clubs here, no promenades, no energy, wasted on façades.

“For there is nothing hid, which shall not be manifested; neither was anything kept secret, but that it should come abroad.” Mark 4:22
Face in divine justice has given her patience.”

“I feel the same way about my spatial freedom as I’ve noticed men feel about their testicles. I cradle it like a baby, & worship it like a goddess.”

If I were a millionaire, I’d give her all my money so she could give elotes con chile away for free all day, as a service to the world.

He is a pontiff of multiple peripheries: born in Chicago, formed in Peru, elected in Rome.

The rise of a North American pontiff—an occurrence that was for decades considered diplomatically problematic, even taboo—represents a deep recalibration of the Church’s relationship with Western power itself.

“The next pope,” he said, “must know how to guard the deposit of faith—but with the tenderness of a confessor, not the sternness of a judge.”

Robert’s contribution helped shape the synod’s emphasis on integral ecology, indigenous rights, and inculturated evangelization.

The novitiate year was a time of withdrawal from the world, marked by intense prayer, study of the Rule of St. Augustine, and discernment within community life.

Instead, he bowed his head, made the sign of the cross, and greeted the world with a voice that was calm, measured, and deeply human. In that moment, Pope Leo XIV began his pontificate—not with spectacle, but with sincerity.

His practice was not secluded in towers but integrated with life—with the poor he helped, the churches he restored, the books he copied with reverence.

Perhaps it is not about prolonging the body indefinitely but about living in such a way that the soul leaves deep imprints, lasting echoes, and seeds of light for future generations.

Whether real or not, these narratives raise a fundamental question: what does it mean to live forever? Is it bodily survival, soul continuation, or the timeless presence of an embodied teaching?

His focus was on the purification of the spirit, the elevation of consciousness, and the liberation from the illusions of the ego.

His focus was on the purification of the spirit, the elevation of consciousness, and the liberation from the illusions of the ego.

Perenelle was not only Flamel’s wife and confidante—she was also an alchemist.

From a young age, he displayed sharp intelligence and a rare spiritual restlessness.

They had made Roger Bacon immortal; perhaps they would be able to make him human.

“you should know that the two great secrets of alchemy, how to turn base metal into gold and how to become immortal, are contained in this book.”

“I told you: licorice and citrus are masculine; women prefer florals, and more women buy scent.”

‘This nosegay is a concoction of the finest herbs and spices from the mysterious lands of Cathay, blended here in Paris, by the most wonderful apothecary Nicholas Flamel.’

I’ve been in this business long enough to know that with the right charms, a single sheet can sell well. The book was more valuable in pieces than it was as a single volume.

This place screamed money, but in the wrong way. It was trying too hard to impress.

And may the city not implode or melt due to unprotected grimoires running about, Amen.

Knowledge misused was often the downfall of people. Not to mention civilizations.

“Which do you think this is? A collector, a thief hoping to sell it to a collector, or a magician who wants the grimoire and can’t pay for it?”

It was a first edition manual of rare botany that could be used for both medicine and poisons. An incredibly rare find; they’d only made a few hundred copies.

The conversation haunted her. It was sharp and hard, as if the memory had frozen and stuck in her throat.

Briar knew what waited on the other side of his social warmth, and it was marked with a black hand. It smelled like death, and it moaned for the flesh of the living; and she was not swayed by any of it.

Briar Wilkes wasn’t much of a praying woman, and she wasn’t sure she believed too hard in the God she swore by on occasion.