We’re constantly told what to believe, where to look, and how to interpret the world around us — by religions, by science, by systems posing as saviors. But if you pause long enough to truly observe the sun, the sky, the flow of life itself, you might start to remember something deeper. Something real. Beyond texts, temples, or technocrats, there’s a rhythm — and it’s always been there.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
Russia is never just a nation — it is an idea, a riddle, a continent unto itself draped in contradictions and steeped in centuries of turbulent metamorphosis. To understand it is to accept complexity, to resist the temptations of caricature, and to meet myth with method. In this essay, we plunge beneath the headlines and the hardened rhetoric to confront the Russian enigma head-on.
We find ourselves at a peculiar crossroads — watching the unraveling of once-stable systems, while distant lands stir with echoes of something oddly familiar, even comforting. In the noise of our Western constructs — the false progress, the chronic self-importance, and performative freedom — a contrast reveals itself in the quieter strength of those who’ve endured actual hardship. This isn’t about glorifying one over the other. It’s about noticing — and remembering — what we’ve lost, and what we might still rebuild.