The farm part stays with me. Not as escape but as what peace looks like to you. Did you ever go anywhere close to that, or is it just what you think about?
The fury of a Jaguar.
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The farm part stays with me. Not as escape but as what peace looks like to you. Did you ever go anywhere close to that, or is it just what you think about?
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Thinking about life, I caught myself asking stupid questions about people.
And I realized that, maybe, I am no different from them.
Critical thinking is fundamental everywhere.
You can be like a falcon, and still hunt voraciously.
This brings me down: recognizing myself like this.
The fury of a jaguar is born from the spring of a river,
with voracity, powerlessness and a desire for justice.
The fury of a jaguar can be born from a spring green as jade,
but still mix with the brown of the earth.
I think that every human being deserves to recognize themselves deeply.
The sky is not going to open.
There will be no fireworks.
There are only lost people here, trying to find themselves.
Sometimes I think about a simple life.
Living on a farm, watching the fields around me.
It would be something that would bring peace.
Far from judgments, far from negative thoughts.
I feel down now, for being like everyone else.
The fury of a jaguar, the hunt of a falcon.
The jade-green spring merging into the earth.
From the green spring, a jaguar rises at the top.
All we want is to know who we really are.
All we want, and have always wanted, is to know who we really are.
The Fury of a Jaguar.
Judson Kaique 08/03/2026
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this needs to be longer. is this the whole piece or is there more coming? want the next part if there is one.
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Why specifically a jaguar though? Does the jaguar do something a falcon can't, or is that the whole point you're making?
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The jade-green spring. How did that image come to you? I keep seeing it and it won't leave.
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All we want, and have always wanted, is to know who we really are.' I copied that one down. Just sat there and copied it straight into my book.
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This reads like the start of something bigger. Are you writing more of this, or is this where it stops?
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The farm part stays with me. Not as escape but as what peace looks like to you. Did you ever go anywhere close to that, or is it just what you think about?
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The farm peace versus the jaguar fury. Have you actually experienced either one, or are you still building them in your head?
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Twenty years sitting in people's houses, and I know: we all hide something from ourselves until we can't anymore. This feels like that moment.
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Thinking about life, I caught myself asking stupid questions about people.