There is a story told of a little blind girl who had five brothers. The brothers, trusting their senses went out into the world and lost their way, while the little girl, unable to trust her senses wove a thread of gold. Attaching one end to her finger, she tied the other to the

Writing's a fistfight with your own brain-sweat, doubt, and a flicker of genius. My 14 albums came from slugging through that mess. Some nights, it's just you alone-any of you still swinging?

Screw the blank page-it’s a bully, not a muse. Every song I’ve cut, every poem, was me spitting in its face. Pynchon’s chaos taught me: Create or choke. davidlapadat.com/post/thomas-py…

In Dostoevsky’s world, the holy idiot—like Prince Myshkin—embodies a profound paradox: childlike naivety as a lens for unfiltered truth. Their purity exposes the world’s cynicism, reminding us that true wisdom often hides in what society dismisses as folly. In our divided age,

Tony Soprano’s rage in that diner booth? That’s me, staring down a blank verse. You don’t wait for inspiration-you grab it by the throat.

No longer chasing the echo of collective outrage or fleeting virality, we reclaim the inner compass—discernment over distraction. True resonance emerges not from the noise, but from the silence we cultivate within.

Kant’s categories, Hegel’s Geist-just nonsense dressed as insight. The second it becomes dogma, it’s dead.

Stories are the pulse of a late-night city, like Bukowski’s barroom truths. They don’t just fill pages-they carve hope from despair, daring you to keep going. Your fight’s got a story too. #AStoryThatBindsUs

Shamanic Elements, Mysticism and Visions - the Connection between William Blake and Jim Morrison. Tap⬇️ davidlapadat.com/post/william-b…

Maximus stands in the Colosseum dirt, blood on his blade, screaming for Rome to hear his pain. It’s that moment you’ve wanted to burn everything down just to feel whole again.

Conformity’s a meat grinder, spitting out woke clones with no spine. Hunter S. Thompson rode his bike through their bullshit, pen blazing. Write your own script, or they will. davidlapadat.com/post/the-censo…

Do not go gentle into that good night

Swedenborg proposed a new path to salvation, namely salvation through intellect. Blake shows a third path to salvation, salvation through art. Considering Jesus an artist because He conveyed His teachings through parables, Blake offers, alongside salvation through morality

In 1916, a shark terrorized New Jersey beaches, eating four people before they figured it wasn't a myth. Science lagged; panic ruled. Sometimes the truth bites harder than the lies we tell ourselves. 😓