Welcome to the place of wisdom

A word that lately gets thrown around so casually it almost feels like the four horsemen are exhausted from jumping out of their box just to be shoved back in again. But in Greek, the word simply means “the lifting of the veil.” No “end of the world.” Just the moment when the film over your eyes comes off — the pink glasses, the innocence, the childhood illusion. And yes, it feels like the end of the world. Just not the world. The one you were living in. And if we’re honest, that world probably wasn’t that great to begin with. It was just yours, so who exactly had the right to decide when it should end?

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