Tag: writing
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Free will v. Determinism
I do not believe in fate/destiny. I’ve no background in philosophy (so I’ll happy concede that I have no idea what I’m talking about), but I do not believe in it simply because all things occur within the law of probability. For example, if event X only has a 1% chance of occurring but still…
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The Magic of the Song of Durin
You, the first-time reader of The Lord of the Rings, experience the events of the story exactly as some of its more unknowing characters do; that is, you have no idea what’s going on: there’s all this talk about destroying the One Ring, which you’ve come to understand is essentially a symbol of pure evil,…
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Your wish becomes somebody’s command
A dull yellow schoolbus rumbles to a halt and out comes a sole student – Mitchell Green. Without looking back, Mitchell begins his short walk home – no more than a mile. He feels the bus rumble away behind him, the vibrations pulsing through the road up through his sneakers and body. A forward swing…
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The magic is in the gaps
Ha! There’s a pile of anxiety-related books on my coffee table waiting to be read. I am currently reading the Selected Stories of Robert Walser and it is very good – in fact, it’s one of the best books I’ve read in a while (it was recommended to me by the clerk of a communist…
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Hope at the End of the World #3
Like the beacon of Amon Dîn Hope is kindled Or the straining of a voice In a concert-exhausted throat Hope lies in the proles, In people coming together, Uniting as a community Their mutual love blossoming Into something far greater Than the sum of their parts As in ‘big things,’ Hope Also lies in the…
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Different
Everything could be done differently. In fact, everything is done differently; that’s the (beauty of the) subjective human experience. But, that’s me ignoring the question. What could I do differently? A lot of things, certainly, but many things are probably so ingrained and unconscious that they’d be extraordinarily difficult for me to do differently. Anyway,…
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The Foranfolk
A cold rain battered the inundanted little village of Foran. Its residents and families lie huddled together in their fauna-based communal homes, nearly resembling penguins, though they knew not of this. Lightning crashed, rooves leaked, and mothers hushed babies’ cries, but still the Foranfolk persisted. Spark shimmered his way into his father’s lap, and the…
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