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The Neon Core Philosophy

The NeonCoreTM Philosophy

Neon [nee on]: A trace element that glows when electricity is passed through it. Neon is commonly used in lamps.

Core [kawr]: The central or most important part of something.

Neon Core: To have a neon core means your soul/being radiates a glow, and illuminates the immediate environment; this glow is usually associated with or could be a result of happiness, wisdom, salvation, joy, or enlightenment.

Synonym: Spark

Examples of usage:
“David is such a cool guy; he sure has a Neon Core”.
“I don’t know what is happening to Zainab, I don’t see/feel her Neon Core”.

Note: The Neon Core could be seen or felt.

So what is the Neon Core Philosophy? The neon core philosophy is all about the glow, the light and the human core. Having a Neon Core means you stand out for the wisdom, grace, and joy you radiate everywhere you go no matter the present challenges. Even Jesus Christ had a lowdown of this back then when he said something like;

 “Let your Neon Core glow before men that they may see and glorify your father in heaven”

This is the foundation of the Neon Core philosophy which is the foundation of the Neon Core T-shirt brand. The Neon Core T-shirt brand is specially engineered to provide premium quality, affordable, stylish Nigerian made T-shirts that will clearly accentuate your Neon Core glow.

The Neon Core T-shirts will debut fully in 2014. However between now and 2014 you have the opportunity of having front row seats in seeing how this philosophy blossoms into a brand.
Let your Neon Core Glow!

        The Neon Core Team
                                                                                                                    November 2013






Neon Core is a trademark of Quantum Networks/Caleb Grimah ©2013

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