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Something to EatIt is definitely not cold enough today. I could still worry about things other than how to keep warm against the wind. It frightens me terribly, that everybody wears a mask wherever they go. We meet many people, yet no one really knows anyone else. We approach each other with selfish objectives: to devour their intellect, to consume their thoughts, to suck their minds dry. We call each other friends, but in the end we undetectably absorb the other's self and then abandon them for our next prey. That is all we are: psychological cannibals.
Dusk is already fading into an opaque layer of darkness, even though it was still light when I left my friends five minutes ago. I feel victimized. Why should I surrender myself to their pretence of goodness? They are all savages in friend's clothing, and I can see their eagerness to hunt burning furiously beneath warm, tranquil smiles. The thoughtfulness of my mind is their prey, and they will desert me after gulfing it down ruthlessly. I've felt lik
On the Moment of DeathDespite it being a rather controversial and widely debated topic, I find little to say in regards to life and death. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I lack experience and knowledge when it comes to existentialism, but I suppose I would not be penalized for offering what little things I can say.
Life as we know it is full of wonders and joy, pains and tears, surprises and remorse, among many other things. But that isn't what I really wish to discuss, for I am certain that most of us would generally consent to the richness of life, its ups and downs as well as the happiness and misery it brings. I wish to talk about death, or more accurately, the instantaneous transition from being alive to being dead and thereafter. This instantaneous transition, (which I shall refer to as dying for the rest of our discussion,) and what comes after is feared by a great amount of people, which baffles me. I am not here to accuse those who fear death as cowards, nor do I claim that I did not fear the
Kant and Ayer on the a prioriCritical Assessment of Geometry as a Synthetic System
Eighteenth century German philosopher Immanuel Kant establishes in his Critique of Pure Reason that there are certain cognitions of the mind that are independent from experience and sense impressions, calling them a priori cognitions. Of all the a priori concepts Kant exposits in his Critique, this paper focus on the first and foremost that was examined; namely, the concept of space. To derive space necessarily independent of experience, Kant relies on geometry as "a science that determines that properties of space synthetically and yet a priori" (Kant B40). However, a later philosopher A. J. Ayer objects the Kantian notion of the synthetic a priori; criticizing that geometry is in fact analytic and tautological. In this paper, I will define the distinction between the analytic and synthetic propositions (in both Kant and Ayer's point of view), and assess both views of the <
JuneIt was another summer. The air of June grew to be warmer and stickier; the smell of salted water seems so much stronger in the heat. With my shoes in my hand, I stepped over the hot sand in bare foot, occasionally kicking against a rock or two. Up ahead is the observation dock, extending far beyond the shoreline and high above the whooshing waves.
I looked up; there was not a single strand of cloud for miles, only the burning sun slowly cooking everyone below. People scattered over the beach and the dock, resting, chattering, and seeking for new discoveries on the horizon and in the sands. Everything was still the same, but ten years ago it all seemed so much more barren. Time had brought both the dock and I out of our isolated histories.
There were only a few weeks left of school, and then it would be the summer breaks. The excitement for freedom had already spread through the students like a disease; teachers had no cure of how to bring back our minds into their lectures.
The beach w
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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