Thought For the Day: The Further A Society Drifts From Truth the More It Will Hate Those Who Speak It

“The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it.”– George Orwell

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First Principles: But the Measure of A Man, of A Life, of A Union of Man and Wife Or Even Country Is Not the Falling. It’s In the Rising Back Up Again To Repair What’s Broken, To Put Right What’s Wrong

“But the measure of a man, of a life, of a union of man and wife or even country is not in the falling. It’s in the rising back up again to repair what’s broken, to put right what’s wrong” – Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton

We, my friends, find ourselves in such perilous times as those that now require us to rise in unity to repair what’s been broken, and put right what’s wrong in so many directions. Let us begin with the necessary first steps.

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An Alien Nightmare

An Alien Nightmare
by Michael Doyle

Behind the laboratory door,
There is something more.
Behind the experimentation,
There awaits annihilation.

Between space and the Earth's junction,
We stand the chance of malfunction.
The Cryo-bed offered shallow sleep
As we wake into the deep.

It always comes down to perspective
With very little kept in the collective.
The urgency of progress led to mistakes,
Evidence of this is found among life's deep fakes.

Out of focus, out of synch; it's a dead moon.
The truth of this will be found out soon.
The first lesson is to stop fighting yourself.
t's the kind of lesson from life, not a shelf.

In cyro-sleep, there is no true sleep.
Eyes close to seal and then to weep.
The passion that we'd play
Is that of a troubled soul on display.

A knock on the front door
Is answered with silence, nothing more.
Locked out with only one way in,
Trouble comes to be faced once again.

The team approaches with apprehension
And the air is thick with burnt tension.
The mission is perceived to be out of control.
The question is how to fight what doesn't have a soul.

Advancing with a relay of communications,
Fear comes as a new form of sensation.
Cleared as it is, section by section,
The station finds death from a new direction.

Alien justice will come through wrath.
This is the universe's new math.
They have come on terms of their own.
God help us all, we're not alone.

(c)June 24, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Every Tomorrow Has Two Handles. We Can Take Hold of It With the Handle of Anxiety Or the Handle of Faith

“Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.” – Henry Ward Beecher

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First Principles: Unswerving Loyalty To Duty, Constant Devotion To Truth, and A Clear Conscience Will Overcome Every Discouragement

“Unswerving loyalty to duty, constant devotion to truth, and a clear conscience will overcome every discouragement and surely lead the way to usefulness and high achievement.” – Grover Cleveland

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Of Saintly Sinners

Of Saintly Sinners
by Michael Doyle

Bring on the sinner dressed like a saint,
Gloss over the troubles in coated war paint.
The modern world knows many a savage moment,
And all of us face relentless torment.

The Left and the Right exist as a surge
That destroys our reason for the primordial urge.
Somewhere along frozen pine-crested lakes
Legends become brigades of regretted mistakes.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

Voting our souls as if we have immunity,
Each believes in their god's sovereignty.
Opinions struggle to look for just one hero.
At the end of life's game, the score is zero.

The world's waters hold mankind's memory.
It quenches the thirst of living humanity.
Obfuscation bleeds the darkness of irrationality,
While posers of the new norm fake spirituality.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

The monsters bless us all with a cultivation of fear,
While we pretend with closed eyes, they'll disappear.
Looking around at the new order, feeling declarative,
We suddenly realize how little is truly conservative.

A skeptical look toward vainglorious contribution,
Makes a thinking man wonder at proposed solutions.
There are no real answers in magical solutions.
The shouting in the street is only noise pollution.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

(c) June 23,2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Good Parents Give Their Children Roots and Wings. Roots To Know Where Home Is, Wings To Fly Away and Exercise What’s Been Taught Them

“Good parents give their children Roots and Wings. Roots to know where home is, wings to fly away and exercise what’s been taught them.” – Jonas Salk

One day, we will say something like this about AI. That’s what worries me sometimes. One day, we will say this about our human children. That’s what gives me hope about our future.

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First Principles: Faith Dare the Soul To Go Further Than It Can See

“Faith dare the soul to go further than it can see.” – William Clark

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As A Seeker of Light

As A Seeker of Light
by Michael Doyle

As a child, I'd stare up into the night
Seeing each star as a unique source of light.
Lying there, I counted each twinkle
As a fabric of time's rich wrinkle.

There were dreams there yet to live,
And wonders waiting for life to give.
The few fears were there to resist.
I was caught in the wonders that exist.

You and I would talk with ferocity,
Fighting opinions formed by curiosity.
Knowing that in the vastness of existence,
We were bound to meet with some resistance.

As time went on, you realized me as poor,
And you imagined you as something more.
You live in a desert of stars all the time,
And I find myself in a forest of the sublime.

All things being equal, I easily embrace
Life has brought each of us to our place.
Every star reminds me of immortality,
And I recall our friendship looking into eternity.

(c) June 22, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: I Wouldn’t Give You Two Cents For All Your Fancy Rules If, Behind Them, They Didn’t Have A Little Plain, Ordinary, Everyday Kindness

I wouldn’t give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn’t have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.” – James Stewart

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