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The Descent of Inanna: A Sumerian Tale of Injustice

Modern Jungian interpretations of the Descent of Innana assert that Inanna, through her descent into darkness, the shedding of the trappings of her former self, confrontation with her “shadow”, death of who she was, and final rebirth, is now a complete individual, wholly aware. However, the moral that an ancient hearer of the poem might take away from it, far from a “symbolic journey of the self to wholeness” is the lesson that there are consequences for one’s actions, and, further, they might also be consoled in that if bad things happened to gods and heroes due to the unpredictability of life, why should a mortal bemoan unhappy fate? The Descent of Inanna, about one of the gods behaving badly and other gods and mortals having to suffer for that behavior, would have given to an ancient listener the same basic understanding anyone today would take from an account of a tragic accident caused by someone’s negligence or poor judgment: that, sometimes, life is just not fair.

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Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and still, the thought of that one person refuses to leave you. You go about your daily life — doing your work, talking to people, smiling at the world — yet deep inside, your mind quietly whispers their name.

This isn’t an accident. This isn’t just random.

If someone is always in your mind without any communication, it means there’s something deeper happening — something beyond logic, beyond explanation, and beyond ordinary human understanding.

Because sometimes silence speaks louder than words. Sometimes the absence of someone makes their presence even stronger.

And sometimes, when a soul is tied to yours, no distance, no lack of communication, and no passing of time can erase their place in your heart.

Think about it. Why is it that out of billions of people in the world, your heart chooses to hold on to just one face, one smile, one memory?

Why does your mind wander back to them in the quiet of the night when the world is asleep?

Why do you feel their presence in your dreams, in the songs you hear, or in the places you go?

It’s because love — true connection — is not about constant contact.

It’s not about daily texts or long conversations.

It’s about resonance. It’s about energy.

It’s about the invisible thread that ties two souls together, even when life or distance tries to separate them.

When someone lives in your mind without communication, it means they have touched you in a way that goes deeper than the surface.

They have left fingerprints on your soul.

They have become a part of your story, whether you like it or not.

You see, the human heart is not logical.

It doesn’t forget just because time passes.

It doesn’t erase someone just because they’re not around.

The heart remembers. The heart holds on.

The heart whispers their name again and again, even when your brain tries to move on.

And maybe, just maybe, the reason they are still in your mind is because, in some way, you are still in theirs.

Connection works both ways.

Sometimes the person you cannot stop thinking about is also thinking of you.

Sometimes your souls are quietly calling out to each other, even when your phones remain silent.

This doesn’t always mean they are meant to stay forever.

Sometimes the universe places someone in your heart to teach you a lesson — to awaken something inside you, to shape your journey.

But other times, it means this person is a part of your destiny — a bond that cannot be broken, no matter the silence.

So the next time you catch yourself lost in thoughts of them, don’t fight it.

Don’t be angry at yourself for not forgetting.

Instead, ask yourself, “What is my heart trying to tell me?”

Maybe it’s telling you that the love you felt was real.

Maybe it’s reminding you that connection is not always about presence — it’s about impact.

If someone lives in your mind without communication, it means they are more than just a memory.

They are a part of you — a part you carry in your silence, a part you keep even when the world sees you smiling and moving on.

And sometimes that’s the most beautiful thing of all — because true love doesn’t always need words. It doesn’t always need proof.

Sometimes true love is simply the quiet ache of remembering someone again and again, no matter how much time has passed.

So if they are always in your mind, take it as a sign — A sign that what you felt was real.

A sign that souls don’t forget.

A sign that silence is not emptiness — it’s another kind of presence.

And who knows — maybe one day, life will bring your paths together again.

Maybe one day, the silence will break.

Until then, cherish the truth:

I am told that as a state representative, this is the moment where I’m supposed to express my heartfelt condolences and then stand in solidarity with those on the other side of the aisle as we condemn political violence and stand unified as one people.

But we aren’t “one people” are we?

The truth is we haven’t been for some time now, and there is really no point in pretending anymore, if there ever was.

We are two very different peoples. We may occupy the same piece of geography, but that is where the similarities seem to abruptly end.

I convinced myself for a long time that whenever the left called me a racist, a bigot, a sexist, a fascist, a “threat to democracy” for even the most innocent of disagreements, that it was simply hyperbolic rhetoric done for effect.

And now the “effect” is a widow and two orphaned children, because the left couldn’t bear the thought of a peaceful man debating them and winning.

I don’t think they realize it yet, but murdering Charlie Kirk is going to be remembered as the day where we finally woke up to what this fight really is.

It’s not a civil dispute among fellow countrymen. It’s a war between diametrically opposed worldviews which cannot peacefully coexist with one another. One side will win, and one side will lose.

Charlie tried to win that fight through argumentation, through discussion, through peaceful resolution of differences.

And the other side murdered him.

Not because he was “extreme” or “inciting violence” or any other hyperbolic slur they hurled at him. They murdered him because he was effective. Because he was unafraid. Because he inspired others and made them feel like they had a voice, that they were not alone. And he did it at the very institutions which have fomented so much hatred toward conservatives.

I don’t want to “stand in solidarity” with the other side of the aisle. I want to defeat you. I want to defeat the godless ideology that kills babies in the womb, sterilizes confused children, turns our cities into cesspools of degeneracy and lawlessness — and that murdered Charlie Kirk.

Social media is aflame right now with leftist celebration of Charlie’s death.

I wonder if any among them understand what has just happened. If there is a Yamamoto somewhere in their midst warning, that all they have done is awoken a sleeping giant.

I doubt it. I think they gave up such introspection and self-awareness long ago.

I don’t know exactly what will happen next. I just know that it won’t be the same as what has happened in the past.

There will be thoughts and prayers — Charlie would have wanted prayers. Not for himself but for those left behind and for the country that he loved.

But then there will be a reckoning.

My Christian faith requires me to love my enemies and pray for those who curse me. It does not require me to stand idly by in the midst of savagery and barbarism — quite the opposite.

So every time I feel tired, every time I feel discouraged or overwhelmed, I am going to watch the video of a good man being murdered in Utah. I will force myself to watch it and then I will return to the work of destroying the evil ideology responsible for that and so much more.

September 21