Anting to zachowanie pielęgnacyjne, podczas którego ptaki pocierają mrówki o swoje pióra i skórę. Insekty wydzielają płyny zawierające substancje chemiczne, takie jak kwas mrówkowy, które mogą działać jako insektycyd, akaracyd, fungicyd lub bakteriocyd. [🎞️ CGI]

One of the strangest things to happen in the last century is the accelerating narration of our own emotions and suffering Think about the way the average person handles a loss now In the past, they would simply feel the intense pain of loss Now, they google their grief, considering the pain as an inconvenient problem with a solution — they search for articles, books, self help content, affirmations, courses, quotes, AI advice, etc. They then work to recite whatever mental story provides the most short term comfort and preserves self image The more a person indulges in this mental rewriting, the more insufferable they tend to be, because they have at core chosen fiction over reality, and in doing so disconnected themselves from their own heart. Their energy is always incongruent, restless, distracted, and everyone around them can feel it Because even if they succeed in squashing something down temporary, what is unfelt never truly gets erased. It continues to leak out insidiously in every moment. This creates energy discordance and suffering in the person + anyone in their field. It spills out into relationships, decisions, and moments that have nothing to do with the original wound. And inevitably, it invites exactly the same kind of experiences that caused the original pain It’s as if God gave you a sacred teaching in the form of an experience. And rather than receive it, you anesthetized yourself with language. So next time, out of grace, He sends something stronger—a variation your numbing can’t handle. And He keeps doing this, again and again, until the dose is strong enough to break all your defenses at once… and you are finally forced to feel it. All great souls are initiated by heartbreak, betrayal, or tragedy. Not as punishment, but as purification. These are the moments that dissolve illusion and tear down the scaffolding of ego There is no path to a beautiful soul but to live with a heart wide open, and let everything painful in —until all falsehood is burned away, and what can never be lost, comes into full recognition Great souls are much rarer now in large part because numbing feeling through language has become the norm. And with it, our souls have shrunk To narrate pain is to deny its gift To feel it fully is to find yourself changed by grace