To Love is to be Alone. The problem is that most people do not know how to remain themselves within a relationship. They feel confined, drained, overwhelmed. Yet the relationship is not the problem, only the lack of space within it. When space returns, love breathes again. After solitude, love blossoms anew. The two are not enemies but eternal partners like day and night, summer and winter.

They say that long before the world breathed and light touched the seas, there was a realm beneath the skin of the ocean, a place where time held no power, and truth moved in waves. There lived the mermaids, beings of salt, soul, and starlit shadow. Not the mermaids humans paint, but guardians of memory, love, and the raw force of the feminine.

Their song was prayer, their gaze an oracle, their bodies living maps of deep-sea mysteries. But as in all ancient stories, a king came, not through war, but through forgetting.

Thoth is not just a myth, but a presence between knowing and unknowing. His name echoes “thought,” for thought is not ours, but of the eternal. Plato understood this: Ideas aren’t born within us, they’re remembered, received from divine knowledge beyond time.

Have you felt it? That spark, a knowing without origin? Inspiration whispers into your soul. These are not just thoughts, they are gifts from the unseen, nudges from Thoth, guiding us toward what we’ve always known but forgotten, Thoughts aren’t meant to stay idle. They itch, wriggle, and demand to be set free. They want to create stories, art, music, new worlds. We are creators, and through us, the universe brings new wonders into existence. So when a brilliant idea arrives, don’t just admire it, give it life. Write it down, create. It could be Thoth, nudging you with a wink.

Sometimes we forget our connection to the Source. The lens we look through becomes small, narrow, unreliable. We mistake ourselves for limited creatures crawling across the earth, repeating the same pilgrimage back toward the Origin again and again. We’ve perfected the art of distortion and limitation; we’ve lost our sense of where we truly belong within the great spiral of existence.

At every moment we stand before a choice: to obey the ego-self, or to return to the Spiral of Life, the Great Spirit, the Tao, and let it carry us.