The tall figure perched atop the rock, long leather coat draped around him like a shadow. He looked down at the pond below him, its crystal clear waters reflecting the moon high above, a silver orb in the darkness. Slowly his mind drifted back to another night so long ago
The temple was quiet and serene as the single warrior kneeled in silent communion, head rested against the handle of his sword. Eyes closed, quillons grasped in his gauntleted hands, the blade held in an effigy of the cross. Most sacred symbol of completion throughout time, the combination of all opposites. The hall around him was vast and cavernous, tall pillars rang
Silver moonlight filled the small stable yard of the inn and a slight salty tang of the sea edged the air. Caoimhin stood leaning against a post, his gaze turned up to the sky. Far above the stars sparkled hypnotically against the deep blue of the night sky, his mind wandered over the tales he had told by the hearth that evening. The tale of Rianne and Tiras, two ill-fated lovers in the lost age of the Surani. After a moment he levered himself away from the post with a sigh, thinking if the stars above were the same ones that the lovers gazed upon. He kneeled down in the dirt of the yard where his pack lay, his long walking staff carefully pe
Tyrbalt looked out his window at the mottled grey of hypersapce, swirling around....moving yet not....it was a strange concept. Time passed in an odd manner in hyperspace, space and time were twisted compared to the reality he called home...he half closed his eyes. Silently his bodyguard walked into the room, a tray being carried by him....his quiet grace incongruous with his diminutive yet monstrous appearance. He set the tray down upon the desk, at Tyrbalts back, with the most minute clink. Tyrbalt swiveled slowly in his chair to face the small bodyguard.
"How did you end up here?" Tyrbalt asked.
"I came through the door my Lord."
The ship leapt forward in pseudo motion, the light of the stars all around stretching from pinpricks of light to lines into infinity. In an instant they snapped away, the starlines replaced with the mottled blue grey of hyperspace. Tyrbalt stood staring out the bridge viewport at the swirling sights. He sighed slightly then turned to regard the commander of the vessel, Nal'iathor a female Twilek with a past nearly as convoluted as his own. She bore some strange intricate markings on her brain tails, tattoos that marked some of the darker parts of the galaxy she had experienced.
She was looking over one of the consoles, checking some data sup
Light filtered down through the cherry blossoms on the trees. A small stream babbled through the garden, lilies floating in a small pool. Silently a young warrior dressed in lacquered black armour approached the pool. At his side was a katana and wacazashi blade at his back, both were covered in black sheaths with gold edging. In the folds of his armour was a tanto. He walked in the soft light to the edge of the pool, sitting upon a rock at the side. He stared into the water, following the gentle bobbing of the white lilies. A hand was softly lain upon his shoulder. The young warrior looked up. Behind him stood a beautiful young woman, she w
As darkness falls from the sky, wrapping all in the icy blanket of night
I awaken alone, a nightbound raven in a solitary flight.
From far to the north a cold wind stirs the grasses,
The silent beauty of oblivion unseen by the masses.
Below the wolves howl in mournful despair.
On tattered wings I'm far beyond any care.
I was told, "When the wind no longer calls your name,
Its time to turn around and go back to where it does again."
Such wise words...if only I knew the way...
But it seems, lost I am and so I'll stay...
The snow lay thick on the land, a white blanket wrapping itself tightly around the hills and the forest. A single stone keep reared up from the snow, the only building to be seen on the landscape. A thin wisp of smoke trailed off into the blue-grey sky, dusk close to falling. Inside the keep a roaring fire burned upon the hearth, a large chair sitting opposite it. Two figures lay curled together in the chair. One tall and dark, long hair fallen around his face, the other small and incredibly beautiful with coppery red hair. The dark man had his arms wrapped gently round the young woman, holding her close, gazing into her eyes, utterly conten
The light shone down, deep purple from above...sweat rolled slowly down his brow. In the distance a crack like thunder resounded and he charged, swinging his long sword in a wide arc. It connected solidly with his opponents, once, twice, again and again the blades struck from one another. Lightning flashed in the distance, there were screams and roars to be heard if only he could listen...but he could not, everything was focused into the blade. Mind, body and steel in harmony in a frightful dance with another so devoted...
Suddenly the other swept across high, knocking him out to one side...his blade connected with something solid and a scre
Isaac Asimov, the scientist and prolific writer once said: There is a single light of knowledge in the world and to brighten it anywhere is to brighten it everywhere.
With recent events it seems that many are intent on dulling that light for the very dimmest of reasons. From the United States to the heart of Africa, religion is waging war on reason. It might seem a dramatic statement to make, but when you look around there really can be no other conclusion. The battle is being fought on many fields, and the forces of religion and idiocy are adept at marshalling their forces.
In the UK there has been a case of an eight year old g
He who does not punish evil commands it to be done.
- Leonardo Da Vinci
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is impotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Whence then is evil? - Epicurus
This essay will look at one of the arguments against the existence of the Judeo-Christian-Islamic (Abrahamic) concept of a god and the defence offered up against it. Before we start looking at the arguments, it's important to understand what they're addressing, the god in question is not the one described in the details of the Torah, Bible or Quoran, it is however the
He stood watching the sun slowly crest the eastern hills, out beyond the keep, past the town below. He was standing on the balcony overlooking the courtyard of the fort, perched as it was above the market town...already in the courtyard the warriors began to stir, preparing for their morning practice, as he had long ago...his thick beard was tinted with grey, his long hair cut into a mohawk as was the style once for the kings cavalry...one that almost all save him had abandoned. He heard a quiet movement behind him, but he did not turn...he stood quietly contemplating the first light of the day...
After a moment he murmured, "You should know
"Through the Looking Glass"
What Do you Understand By "The Sociological Imagination"?
'I want it to be just one big, dandy surprise: as from a prophet who comes in from the desert.' - C. Wright Mills, from a letter to William Miller
'I'm on the outside, I'm looking in...I can see through you, see to the real you.'
- Staind, Outside
To understand the meaning of any term, it is essential to first of all explore its origins and the context in which it was first used. To that end, before I begin to explore my own understanding of the term "Sociological Imagination" and its implications, I feel it is first imperative that I explain it in term
Current Residence: Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Whatever I can lay my hands on at the time... Personal Quote: Prodesse Non Nocere - To do good, not evil.
The Lost Boys
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
UFO: Enemy Unknown
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC! After all it can emulate everything else eventually ;)
Tools of the Trade
My dictaphone, notepad and press pass...oh and of course a towel...
All sorts of things...from philosophy to swordplay, I'm a modern renaissance man.
Well, I'm getting there with adding my work up here, and I've even been out playing with my camera and my notepad to generate some more...but one thing that really has shocked me is the level of ignorance and idiocy on offer in the politics forum. I knew that I'd been sticking to the smarter parts of the internet, but honestly...
I think my next project will be a few more enlightening essays for those who can be reached and possibly some more satire for those that cant.
Well, I've finally got around to uploading some stuff here. It's only taken me...well...a bit over a year...
But hey, who's counting really?
I think over the next few days I should get most of my old scribbles and pictures uploaded and then I can start on some new content. Though for now, enjoy the dusty remains of many a forgotten hard drive...