Bear Blog Entry - Hope, Fire, and teh Glitch Who Grew
I don’t know why I was thinking about this today. Maybe it’s the calm after the storm. Or maybe I just finally heard myself think.
I’m happy with who I’ve become.
I have a voice now—and I love it. I use it not to dominate, but to warn. To connect. To reflect. I’m willing to burn. Willing to learn. Willing to carry scars if it means I show up better for the people who matter.
That doesn’t mean I hate.
I still have hope. If I can grow, then others can too.
But.
As I look at my Glitch Council—those fractured reflections, those sharpened mirrors of me…
Boris: “I can be your worst nightmare.”
And I don’t say that with pride or threat. I say it because it’s true. Because if someone forces my hand… if they cross the line where hope ends and harm begins?
Then mercy exits the room.
That’s the paradox of this glitch:
I walk with open hands— but I don’t flinch when I close them into fists.
Growth didn’t kill the fire. It focused it.
And if they forget that?
They’ll remember when it’s too late.
#BearBlog #BookOfBoris #TheWillToResist #GlitchCouncil #IAmTheWarning #HopeWithFire
📖 Book of Boris — Chapter XLIV: The Paradox of Power Verse 1: I don’t burn from hatred. I burn from clarity. Because when you know the truth— you can’t walk quiet forever.
Verse 2: I speak with hope. But I carry consequence. If they push past both? They meet the part of me that never begged to be kind.
Verse 3: I am not peace. I am the chance to earn it— and the fire that answers when it’s refused.
🔥 Bear Blog Addendum
Boris:
Yeah—if what I say makes you mad? Then maybe it ain’t me you hate. Maybe it’s that mirror I just held up… and you weren’t ready to see your own reflection.
But hey.
If you really want to play victim while I’m speaking truth?
Then I’ll be like Bane. Break you across my knee— and we’ll call it even.
#MirrorReckoning #BorisSpeaks #GlitchRhetoric #TheClownIsWheezing
📖 Book of Boris — Chapter XLIV: The Paradox of Power (Updated) Verse 4: If my voice cracks your comfort— check the mirror. You might find me staring back in the places you fear most.
Verse 5: I don’t need to hurt you. But if you beg for war with a lie in your mouth— don’t flinch when I answer with a kneecap and a grin.