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My Own Ghost
The Ghost, who appeared as a young girl, ran freely about the clearing, unmindful of the unyielding blades of grass that threatened her pale feet at each step, freezing at random intervals to stare at some motion or shape or creature that had caught her attention. She chattered on, exclaiming at each new thing that came into her sight.
"Oh! Look! That tree the one right over there with the roots and the knots and the cloud above it the one with all the whorls and spirals they almost look like but wait, the cloud's drifting, now it looks more likeoh, can you see these flowers? The colours I wonder why those colours? Are there bees here to cross-pollinate and do they have stings or is there an entirely different method of pollination and wouldn't the whole place be covered in flowers if nothing ever dies so is there never anything new or do plants die Oh, look, there's another man over there, he's talking to someone, I wonder who, he
Cthulhu and Heaven
On the bus ride to Heaven (that is a weird phrase to type), Lewis is told by a fellow bus rider (whom Lewis calls the Intelligent Man) that all the houses he saw in Hell were imaginary, and didn't keep out the rain or anything. When Lewis asks what the point is of an imaginary house, the man replies: "Safety at least, the feeling of safety." Lewis sensibly asks: "And what protection could an imaginary house give if there was any danger?"
Imagination is no defense against reality. Believing you have a gun is no use against a wild boar, and wishing for an umbrella is no use against the rain. The dangers that the Intelligent Man is worried about, while only hinted at in The Great Divorce, would likely not bother themselves about any imaginary houses. This is part of the point in the anecdote, that people use imagination to guard against reality but it will do no good.
However, reading this anecdote, my mind was sent off in a different direction than imagination versus reality
Logic and Theology
What part does logic play in theology?
Logic is the attempt to lay out the fundamental rules of the universe, not those which God laid down, e.g. physics and chemistry, but rather the rules by which even God must play, because it is literally impossible to go against them; there is no way to contradict them. Although perhaps it is a mistake to say that God must follow logic. Rather, logic follows God in the same sense that goodness and love do; they are a part of Him and proceed from Him, neither separate from Him nor containing Him.
In any case, logic then reveals to us a part of God. It is a way for us to understand Him without any interpretation difficulties. Of course, it gives us a rather abstract picture, telling us that He cannot create both an unstoppable force and an immovable object, rather than telling us why He created us or what He would think of gun control. Logic does not pretend to reveal God's thoughts; what it does instead is display a framework within which God's tho
Morgana smiled into the moonlight as she listened to Merlin settle on the grass beside her.
"It's a long time since I've seen you so happy," he mused.
"What's left to worry about?" she replied softly. "It's all over and done with, now."
He hummed in agreement.
"Camelot will, for good or ill, carry on without us. It'll have to. Everyone else is dead: Arthur, Morgause, Gwen " She paused. "I am sorry about Gwaine. He didn't deserve that."
Merlin did not reply.
"What's there left to fight about?" she continued. "Camelot will fall, no matter what you do. Arthur will return, no matter what I do."
They sat in silence, pondering.
Then he grinned --- his proper fool's grin that she hadn't seen since she'd begun to smirk. He sprang to his feet, and with a flash of his eyes changed his torn clothing to a silver tunic, with that ridiculous manservant's cap and (of course) a blue neckerchief. The result was quite motley.
He bowed graciously, and proffered his hand. "My lady
Justice and Power in the Warren Court
Justice for the Country, Power to the Court
The first Supreme Court, nicknamed the Marshall Court for Chief Justice John Marshall, is rather famed, thanks to its lasting effect on American history. The Marshall Court truly established the judicial branch as one to be contended with. Few Supreme Courts that followed embarked upon the same path. Some courts remained in the background, and some went along with the policies of the rest of the government, but some courts took stands on what they understood as hallowed ground and defended the principles of the Constitution. Led by Chief Justice Earl Warren, the Warren Court was a court that followed the Marshall Court's lead, taking the controversies and turning them into historical precedent and social progress. The Warren court had a huge impact on history through various cases, such as: Brown v. Board of Education, which started the ball rolling in desegregation; Baker v. Carr, which upheld the democratic principles of the C
Success And Failure For Upton Sinclair
The Jungle: Success or Failure for Upton Sinclair
The first decade of the 1900's saw many reforms come about that had been strived for and dreamed of for many years: referendums, secret ballots, and a president supportive of unions, to name a few achievements. Of course, the reformers of this time did not achieve so much by resting on the work of bygone activists. One of the foremost reformers and one of the most renowned was Upton Sinclair, an American novelist and muckraker. Sinclair's foremost novel was entitled The Jungle, a mixture of fact and fiction that aimed not to excel in literary style but rather to prompt reform. In his auxiliary goals of spurring economic reform, Upton Sinclair succeeded with The Jungle (mostly through federal legislation), though politically he saw only marginal gains and in his primary aim of social reform Sinclair did not have any effect save in the long-term.
Upton Sinclair was a socialist and a progressive, and for
Haunted Dreams Hauntshadow padded into the warriors den. He curled up in his new nest and lay his tail over his muzzle. It took him awhile to fall asleep due to his excitement from becoming a warrior, but eventually he did. When he opened his eyes again he was in the Dark Forest. A few heartbeats later, a cat came forward. It was his uncle, Jaywing.
The gray Dark Forest warrior smiled and said, "I saw your ceremony. Congratulations, Hauntshadow."
Hauntshadow dipped his head and stepped forward a bit, "Thank you. What are we doing tonight?"
Jaywing grinned, "I have an important task for you."
The black tom held his head high. Whatever this task was he would do it with pride to show his loyalty to the Dark Forest. His eyes glistening, Hauntshadow asked, "What do I have to do?"
Jaywing started circling around him, "First you must answer this question. What do you think the biggest problem is that the clans face?"
There were a lot of problems the clans had faced.
A very small dictionary of little to-no-maturityA
Agliockinsplarf: (noun, verb)
1. A bitter rounded gourd, with a rough texture and smells of coleslaw
2. The act of rubbing potato peels in someone's face
e.g: to agliockinsplarf.
1. To worry, to pity
1. A rare crocodile found in south east Asia
1. A comfortable toilet seat
1. To laugh like Mr. Krabs
1. An accordion that is sick with the flu
1. Releasing a smelly gaseous cloud of methane through a sphincter while also making a funny noise
Balls!: (noun, shout )
1. A bunch of sphere like things
2. The noise you yell when someone kills you online if your a scrub or get kicked in the scrotum
I got nothing more to teach you. You may leave now.
UntitledOkay, since people have wondered why I've not posted some of my writing here, the reason is, my work mostly involves arcane historical & philosophical subjects that I felt would not be of that much interest to most readers on this site. But, here's an example for you. The beginning of an essay I've been working on concerning the subject of "Atlantis". Hope you find it interesting...
Copyright © 2014
George T. Young
Simply, this little essay is some wonderings, if you will, resulting from an informal but earnest attempt to look at things re “Atlantis” that are– as they are.
Okay, and just what do I think these are? Well, as far as I can see, after discounting all the fiction and nonsense written about this subject, it boils down to three valid groups of factors:
1. The source material, of course, which is a mixed bag of still extant ancient writings by various (predominantly Classical era) chroniclers and scholars; most famously,
TV Reviews - Teen Titans GO!
Teen Titans Go
If there's one thing I learned is that the word “Spinoff” is a double edged sword. On one hand it can be a treat to the fans of original piggy backing off an already successful product. Or it can be a blatant cash in job for series that's been off the air for a while and is SO BAD that it has the fans clamoring for DVDs and digital re-releases of the original. Just guess what camp Teen Titans GO! Is in......?
Characters – Full stop I have to dwell on how much they fuck up Cyborg and Beast Boy. In the original Cyborg was the techie trying to keep the tower standing, fixing equipment, and overall just keeping everything in ship shape. He's also a personal favorite character because he's a half man half machine trying to sort out a world he feels he can't fit into. Beast Boy was a likable character who had his own episodes where he'd take responsibility. The comic relief that is actually more helpful than annoying. We get.....barely any of that in th
Tricky TrickstersCrafty Creatures, Dangerous Deities, Legendary Liars:
The Trickster Archetype in Ancient Mythologies and Today
Loki, Coyote, Raven, Puck, Bugs Bunny. Names we know well and names that denote trickery and cunning. These ideas are all of the Trickster Archetype, beings who are the ultimate Slytherin idols. But how did they come about and why?
The first, and perhaps most important, thing to know is that every pantheon, from every civilization has at least one trickster deity. From the Inuit to the Japanese, they all have a Trickster or two in their myths and legends. But what is a trickster deity?
A trickster deity, as defined by mythologists and folklorists, is a deity who often breaks the laws of their universe, either maliciously or for simple amusement. They will work to subvert the wills of the gods or the Fates t
The Advanced Ancient Human TheoryThis is a combination of everything that was said in this forum post: forum.deviantart.com/devart/ge…
You see all these theories about how these gigantic monuments (pyramids, Moai statues, Stonehenge, etc.) were built by prehistoric humans, so what if ancient humans actually had very advanced technology (maybe from extraterrestrials, or by their own doing), but something happened that erased all of those advancements, knocking humans back technologically and scientifically? Cavemen may have had nuclear technology and had a war which explains the ice ages (nuclear winter), massive extinctions, and the huge crater in Yucatan. Also, it may be a process that repeats, society constantly destroying and rebuilding itself.
There is plenty of research that could support that in one way or another. When you think about it, humanity could've been around ages longer than any scientist thinks. We humans build up our society in the same general path, with advancements to science, medicine, tec
Wild, Free, Dying Picture an open range; where there are bushes of green, wildflowers of purple and yellow. Picture the tracks of animals; perhaps rabbits, deer, coyotes, and finally hoofprints. In earlier times, these hoofprints belonged primarily to horses, but the reality of the present is that the hoofprints of history are being eradicated. The reason for this being: BLM. BLM, or the Bureau of Land Management, has been “preserving” wild horses and burros for some time now. Their efforts have been failures on many different levels; therefore, BLM should leave mustangs and burros alone, and stop the annihilation of our great companions.
On the official website of the BLM, there is a webpage dedicated to the Wild Horse and Burro Program. This includes a section which contains a list of “myths.” One of the myths states, that wild horses will limit their pop
Gender Identity (Transgender)Kody(Kayla)Yenne-Coats
7 May 2014
Struggle for Gender Identity
When we are born, we are given an identity on whether our sex is male or female. Most people throughout their lives remain indifferent to their given gender. However, many events throughout history have proven that not everyone is the same. People known as transgender are very much the opposite of being indifferent. The ultimate decision of what gender you will be is in the hands of the male. Basically meaning that the male sperm decides which egg to fertilize inside of the women. Transgender is only a broad term for self-identifying as the opposite of the gender you were given at birth. Many people who see themselves as transgender are generally given one out of two titled. Transsexual is one title given to a transgender person. A Transsexual is a person who emotionally
Liberty. Freedom. America.
Every candidate in every political party will use those words, trying to make you believe that their party is the patriotic choice (and therefore the only choice).
I will not.
I will not tell you that, if you are a true American, our party is the only option. I will not say that a vote for me is a vote for George Washington, or Abraham Lincoln, or Chuck Norris. I will definitely not state that to vote for my opponents is to vote for Communists or Nazis. I will not say any of that, however true it may be.
I will, however, tell you what a vote for me does mean.
It means minimum taxes and maximum protection of your privacy.
It means minimum gun control regulations and maximum liberty.
It means a free market for business. It means letting states try out education ideas and not forcing the federal government's ridiculous tests on all kids. It means protecting doctors from lawsuits when they were just trying to save a life.
The poster you see here says that
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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