I am a logical mind. I have been informed that I may actually be one of that vanishing breed of creature known as 'the Rational Woman.' ...only time [and history, perhaps] will tell for certain. Unfortunately, I surmise that *anyone* who thinks for themselves will eventually be branded "dangerous." I'm not a conspiracy theorist, per se, but 'V for Vendetta' did raise some issues more than a bit disturbingly identifiable in our day and age...
I really don't know if my writing has a particular "style"--I suppose if I *had* to categorize it, I would say Satire, Spiritual, Hope, a few Cynical or Dark, but not many. I really try to stay away from the icky-gooey sweet stuff, too, though I do write about "love" in a sense...
Life is full of joy, in some form, everywhere you look;
even in the ugliest, darkest places--and I have been there--I can find some glimmer of hope. I never want to stop being able to do that, for if I do, I will have lost my faith.
I believe there is a reason for everything--
and that *knowing* the reason is not necessary; to believe (in the faith-sort-of-way) that there IS purpose in life, *exactly as it is happening,* is enough, in and of itself, to challenge a man to rise from bed tomorrow morning. 1) Man is a self-aware being; 2) Self-aware beings *must* have purpose, or we die; 3) Thus...
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Some call me naive...
...I prefer (in spite of my view of Man as a soulishly mutated degenerate) the term "optimistic".
"The unexpected gift of laughter can never be accurately priced nor adequately remunerated. How would one measure the worth of such a gift, and how could an impoverished recipient ever rightly conceive of repayment commensurate?" --Cindy S. Roshon, February 1, 2007 (me!)
~~Ladyfyre~~
I really don't know if my writing has a particular "style"--I suppose if I *had* to categorize it, I would say Satire, Spiritual, Hope, a few Cynical or Dark, but not many. I really try to stay away from the icky-gooey sweet stuff, too, though I do write about "love" in a sense...
Life is full of joy, in some form, everywhere you look;
even in the ugliest, darkest places--and I have been there--I can find some glimmer of hope. I never want to stop being able to do that, for if I do, I will have lost my faith.
I believe there is a reason for everything--
and that *knowing* the reason is not necessary; to believe (in the faith-sort-of-way) that there IS purpose in life, *exactly as it is happening,* is enough, in and of itself, to challenge a man to rise from bed tomorrow morning. 1) Man is a self-aware being; 2) Self-aware beings *must* have purpose, or we die; 3) Thus...
(return to beginning of paragraph) ;-)
Some call me naive...
...I prefer (in spite of my view of Man as a soulishly mutated degenerate) the term "optimistic".
"The unexpected gift of laughter can never be accurately priced nor adequately remunerated. How would one measure the worth of such a gift, and how could an impoverished recipient ever rightly conceive of repayment commensurate?" --Cindy S. Roshon, February 1, 2007 (me!)
~~Ladyfyre~~
- Last seen on Oct 11 1:39 PM. Member since August 23, 2003.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 78 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ": "If you can conceive the nature of a man's actions enough to term them "evil," then understand you have called him "brother" in his humanity, and be humbled." -- C. Roshon".
- I am a 40 year old woman from Oregon (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Learning to Live..
- I have 78 comments, 5 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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I have as much empathy for you
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The image of 'I Love You' / lies perfectly etched / [in scar tissue] / upon the glassine surface of my reason, / while [the memory of] /20 lines, May 10, 2007. In Listless anger, Hydrocodonic Emo-ness, "love" that makes me want to spit...
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but mere mortals can't
touch the sun,
Dear Icarus,38 lines, February 6, 2007. In Thoughtful, Contemplative
My Stories
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I wrestled the Archangel again last night. We’re becoming quite well-acquainted, Michael and I.
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"What," asked the Caterpillar, "if you woke up in Portland tomorrow morning, and everyone spoke a different language, but was unable to con759 lines, February 9, 2007. In 600-2000 words, Philosophy
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the costumed bastard of unsanctified parents, blasphemously conceived by their heretical wallowing in the sacrilegious mud of undisciplined342 lines, February 9, 2007. In <600 words, Humor
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butterfingerkitty : HI MOM on October 15, 2008hey amommy how is you? I'm having another baby!!!!
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butterfingerkitty : hey moms back! on February 26, 2007heya mom what up! I love you and will read the new(ish) stuff in a little bit
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WindUpEnigma on July 3, 2005You should spend (waste?) more of your time on this site. It's fun.
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butterfingerkitty on June 14, 2005nothing new in forever mom. Where have you been?
I miss you!
