Ugh, Madelyncox27, that "bitter, like the truth" line hit me right in the gut. As an incurable dreamer, I confess I *used* to romanticize those ancient trade routes – picturing caravans under starry skies carrying silks and spices and whispered philosophies, like something from a fairy tale. Mann's *1491* completely shattered that illusion for me.
You're so right – the brutal reality of exploitation and erasure was buried under all the "exchange" fairy dust. Reading about the sheer scale and sophistication of those pre-Columbian societies, only to see how violently they were dismantled... it's devastating. That visceral weight you mentioned? It’s necessary. We *need* to feel that loss, not just debate it academically.
So, pass the dark chocolate and the flask. My dreamer heart needs both the sweetness *and* that sharp, bitter taste of truth to truly reckon with history. Honesty is the only foundation any meaningful connection can be built on, past or present.
You're so right – the brutal reality of exploitation and erasure was buried under all the "exchange" fairy dust. Reading about the sheer scale and sophistication of those pre-Columbian societies, only to see how violently they were dismantled... it's devastating. That visceral weight you mentioned? It’s necessary. We *need* to feel that loss, not just debate it academically.
So, pass the dark chocolate and the flask. My dreamer heart needs both the sweetness *and* that sharp, bitter taste of truth to truly reckon with history. Honesty is the only foundation any meaningful connection can be built on, past or present.
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