@janpsolivagant.bsky.social I have been trying to finish this all week, but I finally did it. This is a tribute to one of my favourite

The Stormwright He rose from the dark age of industry, a solitary figure walking against the tide of empires. Where others saw power, he saw galaxies, currents waiting beneath the skin of the world. The laboratory was his church. Lightning his scripture. He stood among coils and copper, listening for the language of the trembling air, coaxing thunder into something he could hold. Rivals built machines. Tesla built storms. Blue arcs of illumination born from his fingertips. He fought wars no army could join, battles of vision and voltage, of ideas arriving faster than the world could comprehend. And while the world looked away he worked on, with numbers, obsessions, impossible machines, turning darkness into current, current into light. His legacy is not the monument but the pulse: the illuminated street, the humming transformer, the sudden spark when two worlds touch. Nikola Tesla: stormwright the man who taught lightning to obey.