“War is organized murder, and murder is murder, whether it is done by one man or by a million.” — Mark Twain — World War I raged for four years like a ravenous beast devouring the land and its people. Civilians suffered heavy losses, both in lives, economic and psychological hardship. The promise of freedom and defense rang hollow as peace remained elusive. This is not just a war story, but also about…

From Cause of Doom Series — At the top of Mount Patho, which gives the place its name, there is a hanging lake that is no longer fed by any river, and from which no river flows. It is called Moon Lake. Thirty thousand years ago, when the world was young before the Man-ape came to…

My name is Hoffmann, and I’m a journalist. My assignment took me to a remote town when a random neighborhood caught my eye. It looked like a fairy tale coming to life. Tall trees and colorful flowers of all kinds encircled it. …

“At last you know what the ineffable is, and what ecstasy means.” —R.G. Wasson, 1972 — I can’t shake the feeling that mushrooms are an artifact of an ancient alien civilization. This is a fascinating hypothesis, and there is some scientific evidence to support it. Terence McKenna, an ethnobotanist and mystic, proposed the Psilocybin Panspermia Theory: mushrooms arrived on Earth as spores from the cosmos, resilient…

“Nature is the truest testament to the essence of life, and within its rhythms, indigenous communities find not just sustenance but the very fabric of their existence. To disrupt this harmony for fleeting gains is to gamble with the soul of humanity itself.” — Much like the timeless dance of tides, some individuals can’t resist disrupting the rightful order of things. Driven by an insatiable craving for oil and the earth’s treasures, they recklessly tread upon the sacred rights of indigenous communities, callously disregarding their autonomy and profound ancestral ties to the land.

“War, once an external force, now pulses within us. We’ve grown so accustomed that peace feels foreign – an unsettling choice we’ve come to forsake.” — In the aftermath of our self-inflicted cataclysm, the world yielded to alien forces – metamorphosed valley dwellers and liberated beings. We christen them, recognizing their twisted forms forged by the lasting scars of nuclear conflict. While they cultivate a serene enclave, our relentless drive seeks to annihilate all that deviates…

“In the cosmic tapestry of self-discovery, beneath the brushstrokes of ‘Starry Night,’ the elixir of drug therapy becomes a guiding constellation, leading us through the celestial corridors of the mind, where healing transcends the boundaries of the individual, echoing across the vast expanse of human consciousness.” — Approaching the abyss of the unknown, I stand on the precipice, uncertain of the path ahead. Dreams meant to be fulfilled linger in my thoughts. The desire to avoid death at this moment clashes with the realization that, perhaps, it’s a personal choice. Informed of the limited time left —…

“Love your father and mother!” faced her to agree with that occupation, to call the aggression love! It was not her mother’s fault that Tereza broke up with her. — The Enigmatic Elegance of Existence

“Science fiction is the most important literature in the history of the world because it’s the history of ideas, the history of our civilization birthing itself.” — Ray Bradbury — In the colorful tapestry of science fiction, interstellar travel is like the unruly, mischievous kid in the classroom. It’s always the center of attention, never following the rules, and constantly urging us to think way outside the box. Classic novels, blockbuster movies — you name it, they’ve thrown a wild…