Gaming isn't simply a side interest; it's a lifestyle. The controller is the paintbrush and the screen is the artist for gamers. Each snap, each move, is a stroke of innovativeness and expertise.
In the realm of gaming, challenges are not impediments but rather potential open doors. Each level is a triumph, each manager an imposing enemy to be crushed. Gamers don't simply play; they plan, they adjust, they prevail.
In gaming, as in life, it's not about how you start, but how you finish
In any case, gaming is something beyond a mission for triumph. It's a local area, a culture, a bond that rises above boundaries and dialects. Gamers share their very own language, a language of pixels and polygons, of systems and accomplishments.
Gaming is a work of art, a type of narrating where the player is the hero. A medium permits us to investigate new universes, to experience our most out of control dreams, to be the legend we generally needed to be.
So here's to the gamers, the visionaries, the swashbucklers. Those who dare to defy the odds and those who refuse to accept defeat are celebrated here. Here's to the heartbeat of gaming, the players who make it all conceivable.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
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Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
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