The Quismet Report

 What is right? What is wrong? These are the questions that have shaped civilizations, defined moral codes, and dictated the rhythm of our existence. Yet in the modern age, where screens are both a lifeline and a leash, the lines blur. There’s an ongoing paradox...we critique ourselves for spending endless hours online, neglecting our talents and passions, yet we also acknowledge that these same screens provide solace. They connect us to distant friends, offer an escape from loneliness, and in many cases, become a tool for survival against anxiety and depression. Is it right to abandon real world pursuits for a digital life? Perhaps. The world demands productivity, but it also demands survival. For many, the comfort of a screen is the only refuge available. But is it wrong? Perhaps, too. When the hours pass unnoticed, when creativity gathers dust, when we forget the richness of reality...the cost is undeniable. The question, then, is not simply who is right and who is wrong, but ra...

 Loved, Then Refined By Issachar Quismet  I’ve been stacking words like bricks, building a fortress of thought, Reading between the lines before I even knew what I sought. Journals filled with echoes of a mind left unrestrained, Now I see the architecture...I was sketching out my brain but I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just gifted. Articulation, wordplay, vocab running deep. A language sculptor carving syllables in my sleep. Did it unconsciously, now I’m fully awake, realizing the power in every line that I make. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just mystic. Man...it’s a vibe, this rhythm great, every metaphor a mirror, every verse a hurricane. You feel like you fluent in expression long before you even knew the name. Now you step into yourpurpose, never looking at it the same. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted. I’m just aligned. Like the greatest general in a world of wars. Fighting battles with words, breaking down doors.I never chased...