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Change!

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Fri, 22 May 2026 11:28:30 +0530

Distill a whole year down into a day
Act like we all start over with a pristine slate

To get yourself a new life you’ve got to give the other one away

And I’m starting to believe, in the power of a name
Cause it can’t be a mistake,

if I just call it change!

— Sara Bareilles, December

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Beautiful Arunachal!

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 04 Mar 2024 05:45:00 +0530

Memories of a trip, from a few years ago.
This was the second best vacation¹ I’ve had!

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When you finally see the Aurora Borealis thiry four years, after you first learned about them, nothing else will ever come close :) ↩︎

You Can’t Have It All

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Fri, 01 Sep 2023 09:25:59 +0530

Mountains in Ladakh. Click to embiggen

And when adulthood fails you,
you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond
of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas
your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept.
There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s,
it will always whisper, you can’t have it all,
but there is this.

— Barbara Ras, via Maria Popova

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Wade in the …

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Tue, 29 Aug 2023 08:42:33 +0530

on a canal outside Keukenhof. click to embiggen

If you get there before I do
Wade in the Water
Tell all of my friends I’m coming too
God’s gonna trouble the water

Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children … 🎵

What Makes the Desert Beautiful …

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 01 Jul 2019 05:45:00 +0530

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“The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.”

I replied, “Yes, that is so.’
And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.

“The desert is beautiful,” the little prince added.

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well …”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Road to Nowhere

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 24 Jun 2019 05:50:00 +0530

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.
— Douglas Adams

(Shot on the long, beautiful, northern stretch of the E75, between Ivalo and Utsjoki.)

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Daily Writing, 76 – Mother and Son

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 19:08:39 +0530

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway.
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Anything to keep her son alive another day.
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— Antonia Perdu

Daily Writing, 75

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 19:00:23 +0530

In geometry, a cupola is a solid formed by joining two polygons, one (the base) with twice as many edges as the other, by an alternating band of isosceles triangles and rectangles.

Well … sod that.

In real life, a cupola is sheer poetry!

Burn Old Logs …

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:53:55 +0530

“Burn old logs. Drink old wine. Read old books. Keep old friends.”
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— El Sabio

Also, travel and visit old towns and listen to the classics!
— Me

Daily Writing, 73 – River God

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:52:11 +0530

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
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#####That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Daily Writing, 72

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:50:45 +0530

David, and Other Assorted Treasures. ¹

Obviously a pun on Layla & other assorted love songs ↩︎

Daily Writing, 70

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:45:31 +0530

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
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— Og Mandino

Daily Writing, 69

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:43:33 +0530

Tomb of Flavia Iulia Helena Augusta, Empress of the first Christian Empire.

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
#

“Remember, man, that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return.”

Daily Writing, 68 – Biga

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:42:37 +0530

The Biga, Vatican Museum by Francesco Antonio Franzoni

Daily Writing, 66 – Hope

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:37:04 +0530

Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness.
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— Desmond Mpilo Tutu

P.S.
On a break, be back next week.

Daily Writing, 65 — Experience is an Arch

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:36:12 +0530

I am a part of all that I have met;
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Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’
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Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades
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For ever and for ever when I move.
#

— Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses, 18–21.

Daily Writing, 64 — Constantine

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:34:28 +0530

Constantine, by Bernini
This is art!

Daily Writing, 63

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:33:03 +0530

A bell is no bell til you ring it
A song is no song til you sing it
And love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love til you give it away.
— Maria, in the Sound of Music

Daily Writing, 62

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:31:19 +0530

Along St. Peter’s Square

Daily Writing, 61

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:29:56 +0530

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
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— Luke, 6:38

The statue of Charity, in the portico of St. Peters

Daily Writing, 60 – A Single Candle

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:27:37 +0530

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
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— Anne Frank

Daily Writing, 59 – Have I Told You Lately?

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:26:14 +0530

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

Daily Writing, 57 – Keys to the Kingdom

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:21:13 +0530

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven …
#

Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:16:22 +0530

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done.
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There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost.
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It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road…
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— Florence Bone (1875–1971), The Morning of To‑Day, 1907

Daily Writing, 52 – Bridge of Angels

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:09:39 +0530

The Bridge of Angels (Ponte Sant’Angelo), leading to the Castel Sant’Angelo (Hadrian’s Castle)

It took me a half an hour to slowly traverse it :)
It was that beautiful.

Daily Writing, 51 – Go Thou to Rome

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:08:03 +0530

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise,
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The grave, the city, and the wilderness;
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And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,
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And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
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The bones of Desolation’s nakedness
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Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead
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Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
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Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead
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A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread …
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— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais, 49.

Daily Writing, 50 – On Meeting Death Cheerfully

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:06:21 +0530

Before I became old I tried to live well;
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now that I am old, I shall try to die well;
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but dying well means dying gladly.
#

— Seneca, Letter 61: On Meeting Death Cheerfully

Daily Writing, 48 – The Infinite has no preferences

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 18:03:45 +0530

“Trust that what brought you here
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Will take you there.
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The Infinite has no preferences.
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It kisses both the darkness and
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The light equally.”
#

— The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin

Daily Writing, 45 – You Can Do What You Want

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 17:32:30 +0530

“It takes courage to do what you want. Other people have a lot of plans for you. Nobody wants you to do what you want to do. They want you to go on their trip, but you can do what you want. I did. I went into the woods and read for five years.”

— Joseph Campbell

Exactly why I went and spent a whole month in Europe. It’s not quite the “done thing” for folks like me. But I wanted to. So I did.

I Look Funny When I Focus

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 15:24:28 +0530

This apparently is my look of intense focus :)
My first husky ride.

And while I did have to focus and hang on for dear life, it was nearly an hour and a half of so much fun.¹

And the huskies were the friendliest doggies, I’ve met!

It was a bracing -15°C that day :) ↩︎

There Are No Kangaroos in Austria

feedback@janusworx.com (Mario Jason Braganza) — Mon, 03 Sep 2018 15:11:13 +0530

Have been too busy to write and so for the near future, I’ll put up photos.

As part of our journey across Europe, Abby and I decided to go husky sledding in Finland.
While my arms ached for days after, I absolutely loved the experience!
And even moreso, I fell in love with the huskies I rode with.
And as we were making our way home, I developed terrible husky withdrawal syndrome. By the time we reached Austria I was miserable :)

Abby, being the loving wife she is, got me this baby husky from a small curio shop in the Innsbruck Altstadt, as souvenir of my time there.

Travel on Janusworx

Change!

Beautiful Arunachal!

You Can’t Have It All

Wade in the …

What Makes the Desert Beautiful …

Road to Nowhere

Daily Writing, 76 – Mother and Son

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway. #

Anything to keep her son alive another day. #

Daily Writing, 75

Burn Old Logs …

“Burn old logs. Drink old wine. Read old books. Keep old friends.” #

Daily Writing, 73 – River God

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time? #

Daily Writing, 72

Daily Writing, 70

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. #

Daily Writing, 69

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris. #

Daily Writing, 68 – Biga

Daily Writing, 66 – Hope

Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness. #

Daily Writing, 65 — Experience is an Arch

I am a part of all that I have met; #

Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’ #

Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades #

For ever and for ever when I move. #

Daily Writing, 64 — Constantine

Daily Writing, 63

Daily Writing, 62

Daily Writing, 61

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. #

Daily Writing, 60 – A Single Candle

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. #

Daily Writing, 59 – Have I Told You Lately?

Daily Writing, 57 – Keys to the Kingdom

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven … #

Daily Writing, 55 – Leisure

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done. #

There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost. #

It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road… #

Daily Writing, 52 – Bridge of Angels

Daily Writing, 51 – Go Thou to Rome

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, #

The grave, the city, and the wilderness; #

And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, #

And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress #

The bones of Desolation’s nakedness #

Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead #

Thy footsteps to a slope of green access #

Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead #

A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread … #

Daily Writing, 50 – On Meeting Death Cheerfully

Before I became old I tried to live well; #

now that I am old, I shall try to die well; #

but dying well means dying gladly. #

Daily Writing, 48 – The Infinite has no preferences

“Trust that what brought you here #

Will take you there. #

The Infinite has no preferences. #

It kisses both the darkness and #

The light equally.” #

Daily Writing, 45 – You Can Do What You Want

I Look Funny When I Focus

There Are No Kangaroos in Austria

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway.
#

Anything to keep her son alive another day.
#

“Burn old logs. Drink old wine. Read old books. Keep old friends.”
#

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
#

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
#

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
#

Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness.
#

I am a part of all that I have met;
#

Yet, experience is an arch wherethro’
#

Gleams that untravll’d world whose margin fades
#

For ever and for ever when I move.
#

Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
#

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
#

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven …
#

It was the hour of four in the afternoon, and already in hillside homesteads the day was nearly done.
#

There was everywhere an air of that sweet, old-fashioned leisure which the world has nearly lost.
#

It lingered in the slant sunlight that threw shadows across the winding road…
#

Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise,
#

The grave, the city, and the wilderness;
#

And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,
#

And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
#

The bones of Desolation’s nakedness
#

Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead
#

Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
#

Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead
#

A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread …
#

Before I became old I tried to live well;
#

now that I am old, I shall try to die well;
#

but dying well means dying gladly.
#

“Trust that what brought you here
#

Will take you there.
#

The Infinite has no preferences.
#

It kisses both the darkness and
#

The light equally.”
#