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The Way

The Practice · The Road · The Walk · The Daily

The road out of the hypnosis and into clarity. Prayer, praise, the reading of the Word. Training, food, breath, the body as ground. Form, ritual, repetition, the slow re-building of a man who can stand. The Way is not the destination - it is what a life looks like when the direction is no longer in doubt.

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  1. 19 March 2026 Marriage

    What We Would Have Become If We Had Stayed

    Stumbled across this today. The first image is one of the very first pictures taken of Krisztina and me together. We were on holiday in Mallorca. Nearly 20 years ago now. Two completely different people standing there, than the ones we are today. In some ways unrecognizable to…

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  2. 19 August 2025 Christianity

    When You Hide Behind Bible Verses, You Stop Being the Light

    After I began writing openly about faith, values and narratives from - and interpretations of - the texts of the Bible, after I stood up myself and clearly declared that I am a Christian, or rather - that I am trying to walk the Christian path (since the bar for being Christian…

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  3. 14 August 2025 Masculinity

    What the Body Reveals About the Inner Work

    Off topic. I took a picture on my 51st birthday last week. I do it every year - to take stock, and hold it against all the preceding years. It was supposed to be just for me - reserved for my own camera roll, as usual. But now I'm sharing it anyway. The picture on the right is…

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  4. 12 August 2025 Nihilism

    Where You Point Your Life Force Shapes What You Become

    I see many good people mismanaging their life force these years. They direct it consistently toward what they oppose. And often without clearly knowing what should replace the existing - what they oppose. It just has to go. "Then everything will be much better." A mechanism that…

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  5. 24 April 2025 Masculinity

    50. Halfway Through - On Rising From Your Own Wreckage

    50. Halfway through life. Maybe I have 50 years left. Maybe I have 5. None of us know. We move with our backs to our death, and no one knows the date of the exit. But I stand here like this. Happy. Not because I'm anything special. But because I chose to rise again. When I fell…

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