That’s the word that came up after prompting AI: give me a random word and nothing else.
And here’s the pictures I took today on my secret little island. Most likely a place you’ve never been to, will never be, and wouldn’t know where it even is. I try to at least walk around the block each day, or swim in the lagoon, until I stop feeling like I’m 90. Definitely getting younger in more ways than one.
Here, people wave to you when they drive by, and say hello, as you might if you’re on a remote tropical island. Today a couple native looking people waved and said hello from across the street, just up ahead there past the plant/cone. They crossed and passed me grinning and said “are you from the FBI”. We all laughed, it’s nice to be the odd one (after all, haven’t I always been) in a place that is simply never crowded.
The phrase “the heavy is the root of the light” comes from the ancient Chinese philosophical text Tao Te Ching (Chapter 26) by the philosopher Lao Tzu.
The complete passage generally translates to: “The heavy is the root of the light; the quiet is master of motion” (or “The still is the master of unrest”). It means that inner calm, gravity, and stability form the foundational base for any outward activity, speed, or lightness.
