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  "description": "Under The Ancient Skyscraper\n\n\nThe Tale of The Genius: Verse 1, Part 1\n\nBeing twelve. Being a girl. Being a genius. Being beautiful. Being Black.\n\nNone of those words meant what they said.\n\nHope James was all of them.\n\nDown a small path, up a tall hill there's a tree... The Ancient, her mother called it. Under the early light of dawn, the stately oak looked more like a skyscraper.\n\n\"Ancient Skyscraper hardly makes any sense, Langston.\"\n\nWalking beside Hope to the tree, just far enough so her bac",
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  "textContent": "## Under The Ancient Skyscraper\n\n### The Tale of The Genius: Verse 1, Part 1\n\nBeing twelve. Being a girl. Being a genius. Being beautiful. Being Black.\n\nNone of those words meant what they said.\n\nHope James was all of them.\n\nDown a small path, up a tall hill there's a tree... The Ancient, her mother called it. Under the early light of dawn, the stately oak looked more like a skyscraper.\n\n\"Ancient Skyscraper hardly makes any sense, Langston.\"\n\nWalking beside Hope to the tree, just far enough so her backpack straps wouldn't bounce off his nose, was her 89 1/3 (not even 90) pound blood hound, Langston Love James.\n\nHope walked to one of the two worn out patches of grass under The Ancient, took off her backpack, removed the blue rolled up yoga mat from it, unhinged the Velcro strap, and placed it to fit perfectly over the worn out patch.\n\nLangston spun around three times on the other patch, laid down, and watched Hope.\n\n_Hair_ was the first thing you noticed about Hope. Big. Bushy. Bold. Perfectly parted down the middle. Done up like two overgrown Christmas baskets with a million mahogany and gold ribbons flying out.\n\n\"Today's the day, Langston.\"\n\nExactly 24 and a half days ago disaster struck.\n\nLike all geniuses Hope had one great goal. Hers was to prove a Grand Unified Theory to the Universe. \"One Law to rule them all. Hope's G.U.T.,\" her brother Finn called it.\n\nWhat disaster happened to get in her way?\n\nHope solved it.\n\nA verifiable scientific theorem unifying all the Laws of Science.\n\nBut even with this proof, something was missing. The something making everything move.\n\nWhere did Life come from?\n\nWhat made Science work?\n\nTextbooks and AI models were of no help.\n\nShe'd exhausted and disproved most anyhow.\n\nPlainly put: Hope ran out of Science.\n\nLiterally.\n\nAs the question dealt specifically with Creation itself, Hope did something 24 and a half days ago she never thought she would.\n\nShe turned to religion.\n\nAs Buddhism was the most practical of Faiths, and Enlightenment sounded useful, we find Hope now sitting zazen (a perfect one of course) under the oak tree (no suitable bodhi trees in Massachusetts).\n\nIt took Siddhartha 49 straight days of meditation to reach Enlightenment. With thousands of years of scientific advancements, not to mention a working Grand Unified Theory of The Universe, Hope would reach it in half the time sat zazen during the optimal hours of sunrise.\n\nShe checked the dawn, looked at Langston, gave two nods of her baskets, and smiled, \"Here goes  _Nothing_ , Langston.\"\n\nAnd with that, Hope shut her eyes.\n\n> 🐲\n\n## Hope and The Dandelion\n\n### The Tale of The Genius: Verse 1, Part 2\n\nHope walked through the swinging door of consciousness into The Other Place.\n\nThe scene was the same. There was an old stone fountain in the center of a completely black space. From the fountain shot up a beautiful array of lights shaped like a dandelion.\n\nLike a shower of rainbow rain from below each color of light joined in to build the flower.\n\nRed was first drawing the contours. It gave way for Yellow, showing Orange where they met.\n\nBlue rippled and shone a shimmer as it met Yellow at the base to merge and make the Green stem.\n\nHope sat in front of the fountain, knowing today, at last, the color show would finish the dandelion.\n\nEvery time before when Blue met Red... well it didn't.\n\nSome Grey static showed, fizzled out the attempt, and the rest of the lights dimmed, never finishing the flower.\n\nToday though, The Genius knew, was the right day to show whatever Enlightenment brings.\n\n\"The Blue must overcome that Grey,\" was Hope's Hypothesis and what she waited and watched to see.\n\nShe sat on the floor that wasn't a floor. Red began its climb and the whole Other Place glowed to match its ember.\n\nYellow zipped next making Orange waves in its wake.\n\nHere was Blue weaving through the contours of the stem, like a neon light color show in the depths of Space.\n\nBlue reached the bulb and touched Red!\n\nPurple, at last!\n\nNow with every color of the spectrum a clear portrait of the dandelion hovered and lit up The Other Place.\n\nSuddenly, the bulb burst like all the seasons happened in seconds and the flower turned to parachute seeds of neon glow that whirled and wisped around the fountain.\n\nThe mostly Blue bristles floated towards Hope, circled around her and her whole being shone a turquoise shine.\n\nShe clapped and Blue sparks leapt from her hands.\n\nThen, The Other Place while filled with thousands of every color dandelion shoots,  _coughed_.\n\nThe floor that wasn't a floor quaked. The stone fountain cracked and out of the air that wasn't air static formed.\n\nGrey! everywhere like heavy rain clouds that drop from the sky and land on you and smother engulfed Hope.\n\nShe shifted and shouted. No!\n\nThen Hope remembered her hands.\n\nShe clapped. Blue light cut through the Grey cloud.\n\nShe took a breath, stood, climbed to the top edge of the fountain and clapped and clapped and clapped.\n\nBlue light from Hope's hands cut through the Grey static.\n\nWhen the Grey turned Blue something new was made, something wonderful.\n\nThe dandelion now free of the static was surrounded in a Blue protective shield.\n\nHope sat back down and watched.\n\n_\"But what does it mean?\"_ Hope asked her favorite question.\n\nThat Grey was a corrosive force, color cured it, color made the picture of the dandelion clear.\n\nAs Hope drew her Genius conclusions, The Other Place coughed and spasmed again.\n\nThis time a dark Grey cloud nearly the size of The Other Place itself descended.\n\nShe stood and clapped.\n\nHer Blue light fizzled and died in the static.\n\nAgain Hope clapped.\n\nAgain fizzled.\n\nAgain clapped.\n\nAgain died.\n\nThe cloud was above her now. She clapped and clapped and stomped. Every attempt at light to end that dark static didn't.\n\nShe took a breath, headed for the swinging door to get free and wake back up. The cloud blurred her image and knocked her down.\n\nA roar from the swinging door sent a fire of pure crystal light like a sunrise to light the whole Other Place clean.\n\nJust before Hope woke up she saw the face of what sent the fire that saved her.\n\nAwake and safe now, she hugged Langston, huffed a deep breath and told him, \"Dragon, Langston, a dragon.\"\n\nHope's cellphone chimed. Her mother, Faith, sent the message: \"Breakfast.\"\n\nShe looked at Langston, turned to face back the small path towards home, put on her backpack, lunged down like a relay racer at a starting line, leaned down lower, met Langston's eyes and said: \"Downward Dog, Go!\"\n\nAnd The Hound Dog and The Genius raced home for breakfast.\n\n> 🐲\n\n## Side-Story: Consider the Source\n\n### A Faith Esperanza James Campaign Speech\n\n\"Our politics, of late, have become a Theatre of The Absurd and we're all standing around staring at our phones, talking about what doesn't help, waiting for Godot to show up with our moral compass so we can do the right things to heal.\n\nBut we're not sick, our stories are.\n\nOur News tells us to pay attention to one thing while our hearts tell us something else.\n\nWhere does our News come from?\n\nAs long as the answer to that question is someone or some organization that stands to gain something other than public gratitude, we must be weary about trusting the information shared.\n\n_Consider the Source_ , is great advice to keep in mind as you read or watch anything calling itself News these days.\n\nThe major concern of every media outlet is to keep you watching, not your best interests.\n\nThe first, and most pertinent reason, for why any major News Network's camera films anything is so you watch it.\n\nEnter sensationalism and the nightmare circus show of our current News narrative.\n\nThe same ways of business that run Hollywood run and rule our Media.\n\nWe're being entertained for the profit of a few with horror shows.\n\nBillions of dollars are made daily... as long as you watch.\n\n> \"Should we just ignore all the injustice then? Surely, that isn't right.\"\n> -Concerned Citizen\n\nOf course we shouldn't ignore injustice. The point here is the larger injustice, the disease and not the symptom. People are paid billions everyday to report tragedies. And people love to get paid.\n\nWe must turn our attention and our cameras to what's best about us if we're to survive.\n\nWe make Good News profitable by watching it more, by choosing it over the Hell being served us so often.\n\nThere are plenty of good people doing good things in every community everyday. Let's talk about them. Let's make their stories where the profit is.\n\nWhat we feed grows.\n\nAll the attention given to angry shock jocks and malignant media machines over the past few decades has created some well-fed monstrosities.\n\nDo you listen and watch them for information or entertainment?\n\nThere are better places, that serve your well-being better, to get both.\n\nThere's no Right or Left wing conspiracies going on in America.\n\nThere are a few people with a lot of money and a media for hire.\n\nThat's the state of our Union for the past few decades.\n\nGovernment isn't a team sport; it's a team effort.\n\nThe reason so many feel an us against them mentality in the realm of politics is because it's an easy narrative to direct.\n\nWhen you pick a side you're labeled and easily led.\n\nRight-wings and Left are both fasteners there to attach puppet strings to viewers to make them fly where the well-paid cameras lead them to go.\n\nHow long before America finds out it's being puppeted around?\n\nTalk with your communities, your fellow workers, your friends. Place your focus and concern there.\n\nElect good people. If you wouldn't trust a person to babysit your child, they certainly shouldn't be trusted to govern your State or Country.\n\nThey also shouldn't be trusted to tell you what's News.\"\n\n> 🐲",
  "title": "The Book of Hope, Verse 1",
  "updatedAt": "2026-07-07T16:35:16.188Z"
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