Between Flames and Egos: Trump and Musk Look Each Other in the Eye

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Perhaps tomorrow they will clash again. Perhaps not...

Between Flames and Egos: Trump and Musk Look Each Other in the Eye

First came the spectacle of destruction: Trump and Musk hurling accusations like giant children playing with fire. Two hypertrophied egos seemingly destined for annihilation, not dialogue. Two narcissists at war, incapable of seeing in the other anything more than a distorted mirror of themselves.

And yet, this Sunday, amid prayers and speeches at Charlie Kirk’s funeral, the unthinkable happened: they looked at each other. They spoke. And they shook hands.

The stage was no small thing: tens of thousands of souls gathered in an Arizona stadium, mourning an ultraconservative activist turned martyr. Cameras captured that brief but powerful instant: the Martian magnate and the orange emperor sharing a gesture of goodwill. Some even claimed to read on Trump’s lips an inaudible whisper: “I missed you.”

Exaggeration? Collective projection? Perhaps. But the truth is that, after months of crossfire — from public insults to insinuations about Epstein’s secret files — the truce feels like a breath of air. A spark of sanity in the narcissistic jungle. They are human, just like the poorest and most defenseless on the planet.

The symbolism is inevitable: the richest man in the world and the most powerful man on Earth discovering, at least for a moment, that absolute power is not negotiated with verbal dynamite, but with pacts, however fragile. Leaders must act with a cool head, always. Not to react, but to act. Not to reply, but to respond, to argue, never to attack.

In times when everything seems to burn, that handshake is received like water in the desert: a reminder that even the titans most inflamed by their power are capable of lowering their guard. That, even amid political mistakes and open wounds, a human gesture can emerge.

Perhaps tomorrow they will clash again. Perhaps not. But today, among shadows and mistrust, a small light was lit. And as long as that light remains, even if it’s only a faint glow, it is worth believing in.

Miguel C. Manjarrez

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