For 25 years, a man has been living alone in a cave with his dog. Take a look inside the cave now!

Without a doubt, this has to be one of the most remarkable stories there are. It doesn’t come as a surprise that the filming of this beyond incredible process of digging inside a cave earned an Academy Award nomination for the best documentary. Truly remarkable.

In a high desert of Northern of Mexico, if you listen carefully, you just might hear something more than the wind… it’s the underground sound of a man “obsessed” with creating the extraordinary.

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Rob Paulette has spent 25 years of his life crafting a cave and turning it into something so special that it takes people’s breath away. His only companion in this remarkable journey has been his loyal dog.

Rob is not a structural engineer, and he’s not an architect, he’s simply a man who has found his passion.

“Most of the wonder that I feel is in the actual making of the cave,” Rob says. “Once they are done I move on.”

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So far, he has dug a dozen caves, each of which more mesmerizing than the other.

The cave along the Rio Grande river even has power, a wooden floor, and a colorful bathtub with running water.

The only tools he uses are hand tools such as shovels, medics, and scrapers.

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Until recently, Rob’s work was unknown for most people. Actually, only a handful of his friends knew of his work until his story reached one filmmaker who spent three years following Rob and his journey of creating masterpieces out of caves.

Once the word of these impressive caves spread, people became interested in purchasing them. And yes, they are now being sold through a realtor.

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To gain further insights into his remarkable endeavor, check out the video below! You are going to be blown out.

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Love and Peace

I Allowed a Homeless Woman to Stay in My Garage—One Day I Walked in Unannounced and Was Shocked by What I Saw

I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.

She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”

Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”

“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”

“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”

“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.

“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.

Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.

One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.

That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”

Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”

“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.

She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.

Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.

My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.

“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.

“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”

“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”

“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.

We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.

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