Dear Little Me,
Today I read a letter you wrote to me so I thought I'd return the favor. I know that you can't wait to grow up. That you think that everything will get better as you age and that nothing can stop you.
That's only mostly correct. At the age of five, you've been through so much little girl. I know you're really scared of everything. Afraid to cry. Afraid to trust. Afraid to share how hurt you are. You fool everyone so well but believe me when I say this: You don't want to be that person. Open up. Share. Cry. Be happy.
So much weight is on your shoulders at such a young age and it's not fair. It makes you strong though. Keep
I giggled once more and let the laughter carry me away from this world. It felt good to laugh for no reason. Be happy without a trigger. It bubbled inside of me like a fizzy drink and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely happy. "You silly birdy." He said. It was good to forget about life for a while with him here. Even if he didn't share my love for life right now, it still made me high to be laughing with my best friend by my side. "I'm not silly," I said, my words slurred with uncontrolled giggles, "Just happy." I grinned and felt my mouth stretch my cheeks into a full smile. I sighed and let the laughter die, falling back
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
Current Residence: Somewhere in the Jovian dessert. Favourite genre of music: Almost anything, except country! GAG! Techno Ambient Downbeat are my favorites Operating System: Shoe string budget MP3 player of choice: Zune Shell of choice: Solitude
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There are no bad artist, only bad art.
Tools of the Trade
Oils, Acrylics, and Inspiration (which there is damn little of)
Comparing science to religion is comparing apples to oranges. Religion is a way of thinking and living, where science and technology are tools. They are often pitted against each other, because one is faith based, believing without proof, and the other is fact based, believing only what can be proven. If religion has a true rival, it should be philosophy. Both offering moral guidance, but one with a god, the other without.
You say "Where in the scientific community have we seen any real significant humanitarian movements?" and I say where would any humanitarian movement be, without science and technology. It would be much harder to feed