Intuition: often seen as a form of insight that comes without clear evidence or logical reasoning, but still feels accurate or true. When I first think of intuition, I picture myself sitting behind an electronic control board. In front of me is a clear whiteboard filled with the workings of

Like a band of regulators, they mounted their steeds of steel. The morning's rise shone with crimson, as if Excalibur itself had slit open the sky. The dancing brush could not contain the flurry of sand that flecked upon the brows and beards of the would-be usurpers. They

"Through the stones and wheat, there is a path for you to take. When the gleaning is through, the stones rest as they may, the threshing shall pass with haste. For through the stones and wheat, there is a path for you to take." -averagebenjamin There’s something

Some wounds heal.  Some wounds never will. Yeah, those wounds become scars. The scars are chiseled and sculpted to form one’s character.  These scars are the reason you hit “skip” when that one song comes on. These scars are the reason you take the long way around. Transformation can

He has returned my ol’ foe He has arrived for the fight taking place tonight But before I return to the light ever so white I must let him know that my soul is covered with snow My feet are now open toed, and it will be his blood that

Humility: Humility is the quality of having a modest or low view of one's importance. It involves recognizing and accepting one's limitations and imperfections, valuing others, and being open to new ideas and feedback. To my newest discovery: The Death of Ego.  Having a modest view

Start. Nothingness.  Silence. Drip…. So slow at first. Almost, non existent. Drip  drip.. Hmm, no, there’s something. Drip  drip  drip.  More steady now. Probably no big deal though. Pay it no mind. Knowing. Head bowed. Stiff like a fossil.  The rest of the body numb; an empty vessel. Like

Life's storms inevitable. Embrace calm, brace for tempest. Learn, grow, rebuild. Await clearer skies. Reflections on resilience.

Title: Legacy: Crafting a Meaningful Story Content: Personal reflections on the significance of choices, honor, and leaving behind a meaningful legacy.

Title: "Step with care: Life's Balancing Act" Author: AverageBenjamin Theme: Philosophy merging science & spirituality. Focus: Virtue, justice, truth, interconnectedness.

You are born weak and die weak what you are in between those two periods of time is up to you -Oscar M As I first read this WoW submission the words instantly clicked, this phrase seems so instantly true, and so simple. Yet, so elusive in the complexities hidden

Yup, sometimes bein' country "strong;" Means fixin' somethin' that ya know is wrong. When you're up 'fore the mornin' sun, knowin' well, the day ahead; is gonna be long. That's one thing that can make ya "country

"Stimulus overselectivity," or hyper-focus. for some reason when I first process the phrase I instantly think of Sonic the Hedgehog speedily running through a moving half-tunnel collecting as man gold rings as he can trying desperately not to miss a single golden hoop all while avoiding the abyss

Article explores time's fluidity, life's relativity, & philosophical musings. Scientific & philosophical perspectives intertwined.

Title: Clarity Amidst Storms: A Poetic Reflection Author: AverageBenjamin Date: [Date] Keywords: Clarity, Storms, Resilience, Nature, Focus Summary: Poetic narrative finding solace in nature's embrace amidst life's challenges, emphasizing focus and resilience.

"I agree, sometimes, numb is the only choice. However, feeling is the fluid in which we drink in life. lest we not forget."  This is a "quote" from a post I shared on  my FaceBook timeline. The post depicts an artist rendition of a person sitting

I really just wanted to write tonight but I didn't know what I wanted to write about. Asking some people close to me came up unyielding, so I turned my sights to google and still nothing struck me as intriguing. Then I remembered a FaceBook post I composed

Heaven looks a lot like Montana A place where the buffalo roam free Hell must be an open savannah In a world full of politics and greed That’s why heaven Looks a lot like Montana to me So that is a start to a poem I've begun

Bring yourself into this moment... go ahead. I'll wait. Seriously, take a second to consider where you are this very second. Possibly at home relaxing on a comfy bed or couch. Maybe you're at work killing some time before clocking out for the day. Wherever you

THE BIRTH OF AN IDEA. Many years ago, I was reading a novel by the famed author Stephen King. I don't recall the exact title of the novel, but I can tell you that it was from his eight-part series titled "The Dark Tower." However, as