Death
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Some argue that we can find use in love. Although, there’s utility acknowledged in love only through the basis of what’s received, not in what’s given. Social bonding creates complex societies. Evolution requires an environment, like an intricate society, to increase adaptation’s pace. One advancement follows through to the next, and the theme of “expectation”
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Sundering windslift up the flaps,the loose parts of me,those small areasI can no longer see.All I’m viewingis this descent,this long slope,one way down.All I’m hearingare echoes,those from other’scrying voicestelling me,pleading to meto turn back.I want what I want,while I knowit’s not what I need.I’ve built the bridgeI’ve set on fire,never crossing it.I was half-wayto finding
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Grief clings. Or is there something that we are clinging to, to keep grief alive? Perhaps it is something else other than even that. It might not be that we keep grief alive, while denial is what we first express upon hearing that we who loved has died. It might be that we keep hope
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“If we can say that love must be deserved, then we ought to also believe that death can be something deserved upon another. Controlling those uncontrollable, inevitable gifts or punishments upon another, for who can believe, with legitimate credibility upon their words, that this gamble of love or death can be ruled as a designated
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A grave. Open and wide, like a mother’s arms. Water comes in from pouring rain, filling up that gap, as the soil absorbs nothing. He sees the scenery in me, the mirror. The mirror, another one of them, although there is only one of me in this corner of Dan’s room. Only one of me
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“There is a difference between knowing when to love and when to live. Love’s expression goes so far as to believe another is the greater worth, when the self was only ever valuable for the sacrifice. By finding death as something of a warm welcome is to mean another can live in the peace the
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“Look at me,” says the man, continuing to speak from his heart, “I’m always fighting for what will one day fade, always holding onto what will one day pass between my fingers. Why do I do this?” It was his mentor he spoke to, also his friend, also the one who is dying before him.
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“It is the coward’s approach to mock that which is dead, out of untold amount of time the living critic did not speak to the now-deceased whomever while they were alive.” – Modern Romanticism Remembering the dead, as we will, and then we recall only ever the successes of how they lived. For there is
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Slowness to sobriety. Fill me up with the porcelain from your eyes, with the sentences that perspire upon the lids. Keep me afloat in your drunken state, in the arms that swim, while nails begin to dig. You let fall your fingers to pierce the wood of a coffin, while I am settled in the
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“All lives are built upon Earth, or the place where others fell, or the place where others bled, or the place where others died.” – Modern Romanticism As death should be understood, it is what gives life meaning. People look to life, on its own, as though there can be meaning of each beating heart,
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“What life to live, without bleeding? How does a person feel alive, if they are never wounded?” – Modern Romanticism The arrogant fool is already dead, while possessing such a mentality. To say the words, “God is dead”, by the Atheist, is to say that the arrogant human will die. That is the imperfection of
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“Pragmatism cannot at all survive, in its purist way with survivalist methods, without an artistry that would uplift the hopes of the pauper, rather than lower them.” – Modern Romanticism If one cannot understand it in clearness, both the arts and sciences go hand-in-hand. As in, both creativity and progress are always unified. One cannot
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