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Continue reading →: Be LegendaryWhat’s in a legend? Mystery, intrigue and wonder no doubt. More than that, though, legends hold the stuff of the human heart… The desire to become larger than life. A hunger to taste the bittersweet flavors of immortality. A zest for life that can only be found in the cheating…
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Continue reading →: The MissionThe Dantian Project aims to bridge political divides by finding common ground, advocating for empathy and understanding amidst growing misinformation and societal unrest, striving for a unified truth for humanity.
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Continue reading →: Joke of the ApathistA Christian, an Atheist, and an Apathist walk into a bar— while debating the meaning of life, an unexpected apparition prompts the Apathist to realize the punchline of the joke he’s been missing out on the whole time.
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Continue reading →: Mineshaft Marauders Part IV: The MineCatch up! When I got back to the Big Mammoth, I found John Gregory leaning up against a tree next to the mineshaft, chewing on a wheat straw. The impatient look on his face was made all the more menacing by his bushy beard, and animal skin attire. I glanced…
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Continue reading →: One Nation, Under GodHave you ever noticed that whenever people are exposed to a common experience – one that strikes them all the same way in the flash of a moment – that they bond together in unity? All too often, it’s off the heels of some sort of tragedy: A death in…
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Continue reading →: Hug a Thug or Fry a Felon?Today’s question has to do with the criminal justice system… Specifically, the “justice” side of it. When you get caught for committing a crime, obviously there are consequences. How bad those consequences are, however, depend on factors like: Now, before we jump too far into the murky green waters of…
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Continue reading →: Mineshaft Marauders Part III: Fish ‘n ChipsCatch Up! By the time I was walking through the old western “batwing” doors of the Gold Coin Saloon, the afternoon was starting to age like swiss cheese, left out on the countertop too long. Dry. Stale. A little musky. Maybe it was the heat of the day warming up…
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Continue reading →: Death of the BajillionaireSundays are hit or miss for rideshare driving. It largely depends on what kind of week the churchgoers are having. If they’re feeling blessed, the tips are good. If they’re seeking meaning in their lives, then they tend to save their spare dollars for the tithe basket. In any event,…
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Continue reading →: The Atheist’s Conundrum: Poker Night Insights“What’s your evidence for God?” Alan asked the group. Being that it was my turn to deal, I was busy keeping count, nonchalantly flicking our “hole” cards out around the table. Meanwhile, everyone else started thinking about how to best answer the question… Alan’s always been a great host. Agreeable…
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Continue reading →: Mineshaft Marauders Part II: The CaretakerCatch up! Ah, Central City… That shining mountain town, home to illustrious casinos, hotels and restaurants, all standing as monuments to the “boom and bust” heritage of the Centennial State. If Golden is the gateway to the Rockies, then surely Black Hawk and Central City serve as their foyer. In…
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Continue reading →: Time Tells AllIn terms of being a military leader, Julius Caesar was about as effective as a glass axe when he first started out. He blundered. He miscalculated. He made logistical errors that might very well have cost him his life, if only he’d been fighting a more capable enemy… But he…
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Continue reading →: The Escapism Artist Part III: MotherCatch up: “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” -Harvey Dent (The Dark Knight) Angelica did everything she could to locate the house Frank told her about: The one where wealthy patrons paid handsomely for a curated escape from reality. At the…
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Continue reading →: Mineshaft Marauders Part I: The “Big Mammoth”The dully lit, mahogany-paneled board room looked like the sort of place one might see a ghost if they were ever stuck there alone there on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The spontaneous creaks and knocks coming through the vents certainly didn’t help… The air smelled like musty cardboard as we…
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A student of life, seeking truth in a world of lies and illumination in a world of shadows, Dastem’s writing is both provocative and engaging.
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