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Name: Henry
Country: Canada
Gender: Male
Interests: Singing, movies, hockey
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Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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3/28/2004
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| We all seem to have our own explanations of the one thing human beings have and animals don't. Biologists say it's the opposing thumb. Theologians say it's the human spirit. And intellectuals say it's our imaginations that set us apart. Moreover, linguisticians say it's our ability to communicate with language. They are obviously all correct. One has to wonder then, why do people find it so imperative to subscribe to a single school of thought when they are all telling us THE TRUTH.
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Galloping into the uncertainty of it all
we fear that our staleness will leave
us like we leave a dirty plate
overnight, in the open air,
the remains of the once vibrant food
particles
hung out to dry, to die – until washing
them away becomes impossible.
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| I experimented with the modernist style a little today and wrote a quick poem about the idea of the distancing effect of knowledge attainment. Most of my poems are filled with negativity although that should never be projected onto me!
"Ivory Tower”
Jettisoned in this stream of sound reasoning
a river flows from mouth to ear.
Flooded with crystals of knowledge
Their heads grow like thorns
And when the sun shines upon them bright minds
prisms of diffracted rays – beam –
at all that’s in the way
How our eyes glitter
but our hearts stabbed
We have known the sacrilege when we sent them off
when we built the pillars –
ideal upon ideal.
But we have hoped that they would grow up into something different:
a new generation of men and women with
multifaceted abilities to handle it all.
We have known the line of Balancing Act
We let them cross
We have known the danger
We gave no warning
Under the bondage of miscommunication
is a stream of bits and bytes
malignant black hole that warps Matter, ever so slowly…
until we have stopped knowing
those of our own
flowing far away
to the unidentified
space –
Thorns and
crystals of
hurt. Away.
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| This poem is for all those who grieves for the Virginia Tech tragedy.
Emily Dickinson
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First--chill--then stupor--then the letting go. | | |
| "The truth is the only thing that nobody will believe."
- George Shaw
"The heart has its reasons that the reason doesn't understand."
- French theologian, Blaise Pascal
An agnostic must gamble on whether or not God exists. The ante this person must put up for the wager is his conduct in this life; the ultimate payoff in the gamble is the fate of his soul in the afterlife. In this wager, Pascal asserts, "reason cannot decide" the probability of God's existence. Either God exists or He does not -- and only faith, not reason, can answer that question. But while the probability in Pascal's wager are a toss-up, the consequences are clear and certain.
I don't know about you but it seems that believing in God is one of those no-brainer bets!
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