Coming, going—
a dot appears, a dot fades,
no circle, only
expansion and contraction.

A point.
An ending.

David Russell Tullock once said:
We are all on a bullet train
rushing toward a gulch,
unaware the bridge is gone.

History moves the same—
an arrow released,
no recall,
falling toward the hollow
where the ground waits.

French Revolution.
Zen, striking bottom.

How do we travel light
against gravity,
and still rise?

Yesterday is no longer baggage.
It burns as fuel—
stored force,
speed gathered in silence.

Donghak.
March First.
April Nineteenth.
May Eighteenth.
December Third.

Minnesota, 1/7/26 — Ronee Good.
1/24/26 — Alex Pretti.
February, shooting — Iran, the bomb.

When the bridge collapses,
only the dot remains—

Daedong World — a world where all live as one
Protecting the nation, securing the people
Removing tyranny, rescuing the suffering

small,
steady,
unextinguished.

— TaeHun Yoon, 3/1/2026