🇺🇸🇹🇼🇨🇳 ‘They probably would do something pretty harsh, and then they would be met harshly, and bad things will happen’ — Trump ‘Last night, we talked the whole night about that issue’ ‘I know more about Taiwan right now than I know about almost any country’

🚨 WOW! President Trump announces he expects Chinese President Xi would TAKE Taiwan when he's no longer in office — and is calling on chipmakers to move to America ASAP Xi knows. This is why we can't let the Democrats take power again! "Now, with me, I don't think they'll do anything when I'm here. When I'm not here, I think they might, to be honest with you!" "So I'm not sure that they do anything if it remained as is." "And I think they probably would do something pretty harsh, and then they would be met harshly and bad things will happen. So no, it's not that. We talked, by the way, last night we talked a whole night about that."

Kate and I spent the weekend forest bathing. A cabin in deep woods, a river feeding the ocean, tides marking the day. We hiked, watched, listened, and smelled. We let the quiet settle. By Sunday morning, my resting heart rate dropped by 10%. The storms of the modern world were shedding. We were eating lunch inside while looking out onto the serene river, playing 20 questions. As we probed to discover what object the other had identified, we watched several flies struggle against the glass as they tried to get outside. It was beyond their intellectual capacity to understand the concept of glass and to improvise a plan to take an alternative route to get back where they belonged. In our normal gaze we look past the flies to the trees and the river. Kate and I wondered what else we miss moment to moment. Most of it, probably. We are powerful and weak, all-seeing and oblivious, free and trapped. The modern world is our glass. On Sunday morning I asked Kate to draw what she was feeling. She was reading a book and sketched onto the open page, which happened to be the dedication and read “sine qua non”, the one without whom, not. The quiet of the forest sharpened what I could notice. The flies on the window. Kate across the table. A dedication in a borrowed book that became, by accident, hers to me. Are all trapped behind glass we cannot see?