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Epiphanies and alike.The moments when you realise something so raw and real, it triggers an emotional train of thought, new to you. It is like waking up, in your waking life, from a dream segment you thought to be as true as anything else; due to perception. Respect and value it's importance, for it is who you were and what's real–– challenged by experience. Reality splits into what you saw, and what you see, what you felt, and what you feel, what you knew, and what you know.

You hear yourself speak, and your own words, cause speculation, interest and satisfaction. Knowledge shows you a path, that always was, but was never tapped into; by you- the ow

HistoryI'm just shy of 17.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow,
Let alone, for the rest of my days.
But that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me,
Is thinking about time.
The most valuable resource.
Because I know that what I experience now,
Will never repeat itself,
I will never live this again,
And even though,
The next generation will live it;
Will they care?
Will it be the same?

Of the many fears I have in life,
Dying, being not particularly high on that list,
I fear most of all, being forgotten.
No, not me being forgotten.
My time being forgotten.
I study History,
Study it hard,
Not out of some desire over,
Bloody battles, many lost lives

What is man? Man is a learner.What is man? Man is a learner. Man learns, it is what creates him and forms him, man is an endless people of knowledge to which we all are pools created from droplets to which are our learnings.

But man is two types of learner, that of the man in the shower and that of the man in the forest.

The man of the shower is the man of society, the man who follows the rules of society in all its form. He learns from the media and daily life; he has no true experience of the world around him and is often ignorant to what he feels does not concern him. He is in a shower. Sheltered from harm by his glass door and thermostat, protected from what doesn't

A piece of mind.Doubt is the root of your weakness.
Question everything but yourself.
Deny none of your talent.
Be true always.

© Rocio Belinda Mendez

Paradise(?)Today I touched paradise.

I walked in its evergreen fields and smiled as its sun’s golden rays trickled through my hair, just as my mother’s fingers used to. The scent of life swirled in the gentle, cooing breeze and the sound of sanctity glowed in the serene silence.

Rabbits lolloped through the grass, ears listening for the slightest hint of the never-present danger of any threat of harm. A worm wriggled across my path, struggling on forward like a refugee; just pushing onward until safety, love and peace could be found.

Perhaps the worm is an analogy for something greater than what it is. Perhaps.

A waterfall gushed on its

1001 AR Quotes - No.3 'The animals themselves are incapable of demanding their own liberation, or of protesting against their condition with votes, demonstrations, or bombs. Human beings have the power to continue to oppress other species forever, or until we make this planet unsuitable for living beings. Will our tyranny continue, proving that we really are the selfish tyrants that the most cynical of poets and philosophers have always said we are? Or will we rise to the challenge and prove our capacity for genuine altruism by ending our ruthless exploitation of the species in our power, not because we are forced to do so by rebels or terrorists, but because we

To Choose and to be a FriendThe wisdom of Sirach states, “For he who fears God behaves accordingly,” (Sir 6:17) which is to say that someone who fears the Lord will seek to live his life according to right conduct.

The Pharisees, the ones who sought to trick Jesus, were not acting in a manner respectful to the Law, but rather acting according to pride. These are the sort of people we should seek to correct, for any of us who engage in gossip or deceit in order to discredit our foes become a foe to right conduct. If they cannot or will not be corrected we should not share in their friendship, for a friend who speaks ill of others in a mean and spiteful way m

RainRaindrops from the heavens above under Sir Isaac's spell, cleanse our world from the dirt covering our faces. Clear away the mud hiding our heart deep within and bring out the good all of us one day wish to achieve. Bring sadness and remorse to our souls so we can finally open our eyes and see the teardrops of a thousand suffering man all around the globe bursting through the clouds. Let us see the exchange between the earth and the sky, blurring the boundaries of infinity.

Up and Down    Do you ever wonder why ‘up’ is up and ‘down’ is down? Who ever decided which way it up and which way is down? If up is always in the direction your head is in then, when you stand on your head, had down become up?
    If that is the case then one must also wonder about what we consider left and right. Left is always to the left of up, right? So now, say you are on your head, then right is to the left of up and left is now to the right of up. It is like directions no longer have any meaning.
    Let’s go back to considering the conundrum of ‘up’ and ‘down’. Say you were to point up, then to someone in Australia you would be pointing down. Latched onto that thought is this, if the earth were perfectly clear and you looked down to see a person on the other side of the planet, wouldn’t you also be looking up at them? (What song is playing?) So then if this is actually the case

OatmealIf one wishes to end themselves prematurely, then you would take a bullet to the head, a blade to the heart, a noose to the neck, poison to the mouth, or anything else really. I constantly see many new ways to end my own life if i so wished to, some i must applaud for being quite creative. However I must ask one simple question

Why?

Why does one do what they do? Why does one choose to bring thine existence to a screeching halt? Why give up so much potential? Why? I’m not going to preach to you and say how youre a wonderful person and how amazing you truly are, I only wish to inquire why and, in the process, make you question: why?

For

ClockThe face is hidden behind both hands
It makes its circuit twice a day
Though it never leaves where it stands
Though it doesn't talk we all learn what it has to say

Christianity: Outside Looking In In the Western part of the world, Christianity is familiar with almost everyone. Many people, at the very least, claim to believe in God in the Western world. But what exactly is Christianity? The obvious answer is, of course, that Christianity is the religion that believes in God and Jesus Christ's sacrifice to save humanity from their sins. There's more to Christianity than this, and shall be discussed in more detail. Specifically, the origins of Christianity and how it became a world religion, what makes Christianity unique, and the differences in the denominations of Christianity shall be discussed.

Let's start with Christ

The Light of WisdomConfucius once said there were three ways one could gain wisdom: through reflection, which is the noblest, by imitation, which is the easiest, and through experience, which is the bitterest. When you reach a certain age you start to value those countless hours you stood reading all those books to get a fucking A. Books are a invaluable treasure the scholars left us.

Knowledge is the greatest power we have these days, and whoever says otherwise is as ignorant as badger. The thing is, knowledge must come naturally, not forced. If you force someone to study something they don't like, like when I spent seventeen years, precious seventeen years o

The WriterWords are my tools.

I may not be a wizard with the brush, but I know how to create an image.
Though my imagination may not paint a clear vision - it is up to you to decide.
What do you see?

Does it make you smile? Make you happy, sad, joyous, upset?
What do my words mean to you?
Is every image the same?
What do you see?

Words are my tools.
I am the writer.

What is grace?What is grace?
Too many of us think that God's grace is a shield that indemnifies us against the consequences of our sins.
God's ability to forgive is infinite, however grace is not a shield.
Grace is a bone saw.
"If your eye causes you to sin it is better to pluck it out than to continue sinning."
Grace is a spiritual amputation of a piece of your soul infected by the gangrene of iniquity.
God's ability to forgive is infinite, however is the individual's ability to receive grace likewise infinite? How many graces can a person receive before the soul-body ceases to function?

I will show how this is the truth in Chapter 5B of "Worth 1000 Word

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The Ideal Death of Patrick

by ~Pyrotech07, Jun 3, 2011, 2:43:04 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

I think about death fairly often. Not as an obsession or because of depression. I'm thought of as a fairly happy guy despite certain circumstances. It's not really that surprising that I think of it as much as I do since I've come close to it so many times already. Of course I'm fearful of how it'll come, but I know it has to happen some time. Meh.

Anyway.

My ideal death scene for myself would be thusly:

Inside of a small studio,
I'd be sitting at my drawing table. One that I've built myself. Redwood, I think.
There's a radio on low, tuned-in to a local jazz station.
My arms crossed, creating a pillow for my head to rest. It would be as if I were asleep, and dreaming of whatever wonderful story that would come across my mind.
I would want to be wearing my favorite plaid long sleeve shirt, with the arms rolled up. Along with a pair of blue jeans.
There's a smoldering tobacco pipe on the side of the table, the embers slowly losing their energy.
And resting underneath me, is my last piece of art.
A comic page maybe.
One last loving kiss to the world.

And that's my ideal death scene for myself.
I apologize if it may seem morbid of me to let my mind think about such things, but it's something that my mind wanders to every-so-often.
If I can achieve this scene, then it means I die happy.

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~Drunken-Dark-Soul Jun 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

birth seems very shocking and confusing when you arrive.
first person you know of is your mum, you have no Idea where you just came from and your just laying a mess...like this [link]

now death theres a chance to make up for all that
and go out in a calm and comfortable situation.

sounds nice.

~X-Cross Jun 5, 2011

When I was younger, my ideal death scene was eating a never ending supply og cheese burgers. Gluttonous, sure, but I would love to eat some tasty foods before I go.

~ProphetEKA Jun 3, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I think most of us want to go out that way. One last project on the table (hopefully completed). It's the cartoonist's death.

Not violent, not lonesome. We love what we do and, in the end, what better way to exit than doing what we love? = )

~Ja-Rome Jun 3, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

I wanna go out in blaze of glory. Like saving a bus of kids from a robot bear attack or something. Yeah, that'd be a ballin' way to go!

~TheButterfly Jun 3, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Though death is sort of taboo in this culture, I think it's important to talk about it. No need to apologize at all! I think it's awesome you've got an ideal death. Live happy, die happy =3

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