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The Sacred Uniqueness You’re Desperately Trying to Escape
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Continue reading →: The Sacred Uniqueness You’re Desperately Trying to Escapesui generis (adj.)Within thy heart there beats a song unknown,No other soul shall claim it as their own,Thy wounds and healing follow paths untrod,A sacred journey witnessed but by God. Sui generis. Of its own kind. Unique. Unrepeatable. These four lines pierce through the suffocating fog of our cookie-cutter Christianity like…
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Continue reading →: WheelsKillingworth Colliery, Northumberland, England – 25th July 1814 Folk always ask me how I came by the name Wheels, and truth be told, it’s a tale I’ve grown fond of telling in my advancing years. Sixty-three winters I’ve seen now, and still that morning of 25th July 1814 burns as…
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Continue reading →: To Her in Washington, 19301342 S. Soto StreetBoyle HeightsLos Angeles, California 15th October, 1930 My Dearest Sarah, I find myself seated at my small writing desk as the autumn evening settles over the city, the distant hum of motor cars mingling with the faint strains of jazz drifting from the apartment below. The electric…
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Stephanie Kwolek: The Chemist Who Invented Kevlar and Transformed Global Safety
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Continue reading →: Stephanie Kwolek: The Chemist Who Invented Kevlar and Transformed Global SafetyStephanie Kwolek, the chemist who invented Kevlar, transformed global safety with a fibre five times stronger than steel. Yet her breakthrough has been largely overlooked, her contribution sidelined as “applied” science. Kwolek’s story is a call to recognise and reward the women pioneers saving lives through public-minded research and innovation.
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Continue reading →: Basalt HeartI woke on the sand where silence breaks like glass,a splintered dawn wedged beneath my eyelids—salt stings the scrapes Father leftbefore the boat and I split company. Here the sea is a broken record,grooved with gull-cries and static.A rust-freckled radio skulks under driftwood;its knobs spin like orphan planets,yet all its…
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Continue reading →: DisciplineHarbour Grace, Newfoundland, Canada – 29th April 1932 I wake at dawn and immediately stretch my cramped shoulders—yesterday’s three-hour flight in the cockpit has left its mark. The mirror shows the toll: wind-burned cheeks, tired eyes that have stared too long into vast skies. But my body is my aircraft’s most…
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Continue reading →: To Him in Missouri, 192915th October, 192912 Patchin Place, Greenwich Village, New York, NY My Dearest Charles, I’ve begun this letter a dozen times, each attempt crumpled and tossed into the wastepaper basket beside my writing desk like autumn leaves scattered by an unforgiving wind. The words seem inadequate—how does one capture the tempest…
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Irène Joliot-Curie: The Forgotten Nobel Laureate Who Revolutionised Nuclear Medicine
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Continue reading →: Irène Joliot-Curie: The Forgotten Nobel Laureate Who Revolutionised Nuclear MedicineIrène Joliot-Curie, Nobel-winning chemist, pioneered artificial radioactivity, revolutionising cancer treatment and nuclear medicine. Too often overshadowed by her mother Marie Curie, Irène’s brilliance and public service deserve recognition. She fought for science, equality, and peace, leaving a legacy that saves lives—her achievements must be celebrated in their own right.
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Continue reading →: CrossingsOuter Hebrides, Scotland – 23rd July 1745 When they asked me about my future travel plans that July evening, I nearly laughed aloud. Travel? With Bonnie Prince Charlie himself sat across from me in our humble cottage, dripping seawater and speaking of reclaiming kingdoms, the very notion seemed absurd. Yet…
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Continue reading →: To Her in New Mexico, 1928November 15th, 192852 West 10th Street, Greenwich Village, New York, NY My Dearest Cora, I have begun this letter seventeen times, each attempt abandoned like autumn leaves scattered by an unforgiving wind. The wastebasket beside my desk overflows with false starts—eloquent phrases that ring hollow, careful constructions that fail to…
Feign the virtue thou dost seek, till it becometh thine own
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