The fortress of his mindI pace through the artificially lit white prison that stinks of chemicals, wishing I didn't have to be here, but hoping for the best. The best is not what's before me as I enter the two-bed room, scattered with machines and a few stray sympathy cards. The still figure lying there: a familiar face, but a body lost to the outside world. His eyes wake and greet me with a knowing smile. A sense of defeat begins to creep into the room, as this silence floods us, until a harsh cough proves his efforts are still brave. It's hard to know what to say to a man who always knew the right words, but I struggle through a polite one-sided conversation thatThe fortress of his mind
Descartes' PuzzleI think therefore I am, He said but can I know I think? I think I think, but cannot know my thinking can exist.Descartes' Puzzle
What's knowing but a rightful think? And thinking but a guess? I guess I think, but do I guess that I can think I am?
I know I am - I mean, I think I'm trying to know right now. So if I think I know I am I can know I am, I think.
But no, hang on, I do not think I know that I can think so perhaps I cannot think or know or even am at all.
I do not know I think, he said, so what can I conclude? I canno
The Red Scarf“Good Morning, Alex. It is 7:15 after midnight. Breakfast will be supplied at 7:30.”The Red Scarf
Disgruntled by this routine awakening, I rose from my sumptuous bed in a manner some would say lacked appreciation for my privileged lifestyle. I had never got used to the booming automated voice that was replayed each morning to all those in the district, though I must admit the tone had improved slightly since the early days.
I shuffled towards the wardrobe and grabbed the outfit already selected for me – the clean white uniform that was mandatory for all members of the Northern district. The nearby mirror reflected
Lip Rings and Empty SmilesI can't figure you out, an enigma constantly on my mind. You drink poison pure and, breathing suburban fumes into your lungs, tell me about how you once loved a boy. I tell you I love you, and you laugh-- a simple reponse because you have no other; it's habitual and an easy escape. Scream me something beautiful-- bang bang and kill me, baby, if you won't cure me.Lip Rings and Empty Smiles
Or take me or leave me as I am, crying in a corner. "Love as fragile as a wineglass," and you understand the allusion and smile. I tell you I'm not cool enough for you, and you tell
A new start
Eager
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Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
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..emily..
(i also got to meet them...which is my claim to fame and they rocked haha)
catchya round
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..emily..
ohh yes, AFI truly are the greatest, aren't they!?
zomg! you. are. so. lucky.
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