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This poverty, this endless despair, A life so broken, beyond repair. What’s left to hold in this fleeting world, Where dreams are crushed, and hopes unfurled? To live each day as if to die, To die each day with a weary sigh. Bound by chains of grief and strife, What meaning lies in this fragile
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/post/maqmasi.uk/782 The village court was an unusual but grand sight. Nestled atop a small hill, it stood surrounded by sprawling oak trees, its arched windows glowing faintly with morning light. Inside, the courtroom buzzed with an odd assortment of creatures—hens clucked in the gallery, squirrels chattered along the rafters, and at the highest
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/posts/maqmasi.uk The morning sun draped the farmhouse in soft gold, its light spilling through the slats of the stable and casting delicate patterns on the hay. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and distant rain, mingling with the earthy warmth of the ponies. Lily, the old man’s 10-year-old granddaughter, skipped down the worn
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Previous Chapter: https://maqmasi.uk/2024/11/21/the-animal-kingdom-speaks-a-tale-of-morality-ethics-and-humanity/ The old man Arthur’s farmhouse stood quietly at the edge of an endless meadow, its weathered boards soaked in years of sunshine, rain, and the occasional storm. Life here followed a familiar rhythm—the gentle cluck of hens, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the steady hoof beats of Storm and
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If we must die one day, then why, This sorrow, this toil beneath the sky? Why the struggle of autumn leaves, When in the end, they must fall with the breeze? Why chase the sun, forever ablaze, When peace can be found in shadowed days? Why battle the waves with endless might, When songs linger
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Shall I speak or hold my tongue, When truth is bitter, yet unsung? My words of care, they turn away, Yet silence haunts me every day. To see their steps on paths I fear, Hurts my heart, but do they hear? My love compels, my voice must rise, Though met with doubt and clouded eyes.
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Abstract This paper proposes the hypothesis that vibration is the foundational origin of matter, life, and the universe. I argue that vibration serves as the primary force driving creation, transforming latent potential into tangible existence. Existing theories such as the Big Bang and Steady-State models, while groundbreaking, leave critical questions unanswered: What caused the origin
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Curiosity is the hallmark of human nature, a relentless drive to understand the world around us and our place within it. Questions about the origins of life, the nature of existence, and whether there is a creator—or what created the creator—are among the most profound and timeless inquiries. This article is an exploration of these
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The pursuit of knowledge is a multifaceted journey, shaped by the interplay between two dominant schools of thought: rationalism and experimentalism. These approaches, while distinct, are not mutually exclusive and serve as complementary tools in humanity’s quest for understanding. Each offers unique strengths and insights but also comes with its own set of limitations, underscoring
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Patient Profile: • Age: 19 years old • Gender: Female • Constitution: Overweight, dark skin tone, emotionally stressed about upcoming exams. • Symptoms: Recurrent skin eruptions with intense redness, inflammation, itching, and occasional bleeding. Lesions were primarily observed on the hands and arms, causing significant discomfort and self-consciousness. Initial Consultation and Prescription (18/11/2024): The patient
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