How do you pick up the pieces of so many lives that came before you?
How do the forces in the universe relate? Gravity? Magnetism? Static electricity?
Just because you are in pain does not mean you must suffer, nor does it mean others should suffer because you are in pain.
It's weird being human and trying to grasp meaning out of life.
What does a modern city look like compared to a medieval city? Well, for one, hotels and banks are larger than churches.
The wonderful thing and most frustrating thing about science is it proves over time that everything we think we know could be very, very wrong all along.
Stories encourage us to do things we've never done before. And to view the world in new ways. They essentially give us a way to adapt through motivation, inspiration, and our personal tool of visualization.
Reading makes all other media a little more rich. Understanding the references, like Rime of the Ancient Mariner in the "Weight of Living" song by Bastille, almost every quote by Lex Luthor in Superman vs. Batman, etc.
Survival is attraction in peacetime, aggression or cleverness in wartime?
Why do children look like their parents? Empathy. Think about it. It's about survival.
Jag vill lära mig svenska, och jag vill gå tillbaka till skolan.
What is technology doing to us?
"We listen daily to the sonic coins
provided every one of us and played
through the Finger-singer worn on the left hand.
We trade coins of diverse denominations:
and all of them play all that they contain
and though a dyma 1 scarcely weighs one grain
it plays out like a cricket on each hand
blanching here in this distraction-land."
One day I hope to hold the book "Aniara" in my hands and read it in full. But bloody hell has a poetry book never been more expensive.
I'm making a list of all the words that I thought were words while playing scrabble, but realized weren't words, so now I must make them so. Definitions pending.
Sometimes all you want to hear are peaceful and meaningful words.
Slept near a brook
I don't know how long it took
For ages, we look
And look, and see nothing
And in seeing nothing, look
Within.
And inside there was a Summer's day
Full of warmth, or a metaphor,
And like a child I asked the name
of the one within my Self.
But they said no name, nothing,
The true name doesn't sound.
And she opened her eyes near the brook
And heard the softness in the wind.
Played music in the rocks on the shore
Unsure of what it meant.
But maybe the song doesn't need a name
It just needs to make you feel, and in feeling
It grows, and before she knows, the song
Inside her sent.
Sent meaning in the woods,
Through the thick trees of her soul
It wove its way into reality
And we couldn't know much more.
Hear the light, feel the song
The notes are all but done
Sing the melody of life,
Dance to it, just for fun.
It's time for sleep. Time, oh time. Not a thief, not a clock on the wall. Time gives life, and life takes time, and together, we live and love.
Cheers dears.
