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I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
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Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want somet

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John 8:31,32

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Inspired, you create something you're proud of. Yet, try as you might, your creation goes unnoticed - as if nobody cares at all!

The months fly, and still you wait for a comment - a word of encouragement! However, nothing comes of it - no, nothing at all!

Now, as you wait for an answer that isn't forthcoming, you notice your motivation has taken a dive! Sure, you continue to work - oftentimes for many hours - and with very little to eat! However, the inspiration just seems to be in short supply, these days. "Why b

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We’ve all heard of the cosmological argument, one of, if not the, most common arguments for the existence of a god. For those who don’t know, this is how the argument goes:

1. Every finite and contingent being has a cause.
2. A causal loop cannot exist.
3. A causal chain cannot be of infinite length.
4. Therefore, a First Cause (or something that is not an effect) must exist.

The first problem lies

Happy I was shoveling the pancake gently off the pan with my spatula when the idea came to me. An automatic response to my ever non-coherent thoughts, though comprehension of my mind had always been impossible. It was merely the need to fill an empty void tucked away into the bottom of my pockets that existed simply for the chance to store away answers. It was always interesting to see what others came up with when I popped that question mark into thin air, even if that question mark never normally made it past their ears.

I glanced to the left, where the little girl sat there, fiddling with her new and improved iPhone -- the latest of the entir

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-Fragmento de un libro que me hizo llorar...

Mañana lloverá y por ello sigo al sol.
-Fragmento de una canción que disfruto mucho.

Un sombrío túnel sin señales de luz dentro de este, es un camino que toda persona debe recorrer en algún paso de su vida, uno usualmente llega a entrar a este sendero de sombras y penumbra al terminar la infancia por si sola (o al menos se da cuanta cuando termina esta etapa) ya que uno de niño es feliz por la imaginación que produce y le rodea, no es difícil para u

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Really? A "Future" terrorist?

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What's going on here?

A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
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HOW CAN THEY KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING?
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A 16 year old student is suspended for wrestling a loaded revolver away from a kid who intended to shoot other kids.
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That Big Blue SkyI sit for many a night to contemplate my right to grasp tight
the knowledge I hold dear to me. I see people tossing their thoughts
at subjects frought with usleness or lack of reason. I thought I
had fought for the same reasons as others studied with me, instead
I feel treason is a leading sting to bring even the greatest of temples down.
Yet here I sit upon my window, doing what feels like nothing to stop the
poison running through my veins travelling to my brain. It drives me
to the brink as my mind begins to shrink and insanity steps into reality.
The depravity I surround myself with to try but justify it's helpful existence.
But even as I sit here with mysteries of secrets swirling and twirling in my mind,
I crack a knowing smile that even as I sit here and try I cannot break the wonder
of that big blue sky....

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Nation of Shame

by *DeactivatedAndGone, Nov 7, 2012, 10:08:00 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

And we shall rise up a new people. Not chained in place by previous inequity or bigotry. We shall oust the individuals who have, for so long, restrained us from our freedom.
But what else are we but a nation in chains begging for scraps from our master's table? What else are we but the foot stool of the abusive and corrupt?
We ought to be more than the slaves of those who were originally indentured to us. Destitute and impoverished we are, our very liberty raped by their power hungry greedy natures. Who are we but tired, poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse, the homeless tempest-tost?
We are what we swore to protect and nurture. We are the burdened and afflicted. We are the nation of the forcibly mute. Tortured with visions of freedom and grandeur.
We have nothing…not even our name. We are the nation of shame.

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“People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
“Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

“Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. ”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta