Modern day philosopher, entrepreneur. I'm currently writing βοΈ my first book - a sci-fi trilogy about society in 2822 - π€ππ. Thank you for your support! ππ
No soul rises alone. No one can ascend toward God, or toward the good, unless they also help others rise, and unless they themselves are lifted by others.
A paranoid lighthouse keeps an eye on the coast. It has been doing so since 2449, when the oceans learned to whisper and the satellites began disappearing one by one. Every night, its artificial eye sweeps across the black horizon, searching for something the government insists doesn't exist.