I love the internet, because I can express what I want, write what I want and truly be myself, because I am a complete stranger to everyone I interact with and I will probably never meet them in real life. In reality, one must be careful about how to show who they are. Our society doesn't like 'strange' people, that is why we bothered to build Asylums, produce a science called psychiatry, and much more. It is scary because the moment someone decides to open their mouths to express they are immediately censored as someone who disrupted the untouchable balance of society, based on a veil of falsity to obstruct the more brutal reality. We have a short time in this world, and only our ideas and our words to be remembered by. What scares mankind is not dying, but that as far as the world is concerned, you could have never lived. That is why we have to leave something of ours here, while we can. Something amazing, that is only ours. Seems like an illusion, a fictional dream, but some have succeeded, we can never give up on life until we are on our deathbed.
I have many ideas on what humanity is, I love reading Jung because I believe our mind is much more complicated than a mass of cells and nerves, as Science would have it. Psychoanalysis is so complicated, every detail could lead to years of doubts or dreams, some significant, many forgotten...There's more behind what obtuse scientists would say. Science is wonderful, but it can only illuminate us to a certain degree. If we don't want to be confined to a material world we have to think. The answer to all mankind's doubts lies in our hands, but we have to go back to our primitive roots, to when we were children because it was then that we truly understood life. With the eyes of a child all life's unlocked doors will open...
Blessed Be
I have many ideas on what humanity is, I love reading Jung because I believe our mind is much more complicated than a mass of cells and nerves, as Science would have it. Psychoanalysis is so complicated, every detail could lead to years of doubts or dreams, some significant, many forgotten...There's more behind what obtuse scientists would say. Science is wonderful, but it can only illuminate us to a certain degree. If we don't want to be confined to a material world we have to think. The answer to all mankind's doubts lies in our hands, but we have to go back to our primitive roots, to when we were children because it was then that we truly understood life. With the eyes of a child all life's unlocked doors will open...
Blessed Be
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since January 4, 2007.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 103 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we fall".
- I am a 14 year old girl (Italy)
- When I'm not writing, I'm sailing over the clouds and creating new universes....
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/icyangel13
- I am in the groups Wiccan Read, psychology freaks, the wiccan arts
- I have 103 comments, 3 contests
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I woke up, my head throbbing uncontrollably. For a second, I laid on my bed, perfectly still. I was sure, as soon as I moved any part of my body, the pain I knew all too well would crush my body. 1488 lines, 1 comment, August 17. In <600 words, Angst, Dark, Depression, Fiction, First person, Other, Pain
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Selene couldn’t sleep. The excitement was throbbing uncontrollably in her veins; her heart was racing a mile a minute. Thoughts of the next day kept intruding in her wishes for sleep. She had tossed and turned for hours, but1079 lines, 1 comment, July 10. In 600-2000 words, Drama, Fiction, Hope, Love, Romance, Strange, Third person
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The night I first saw her, a bright moon was shining. Everyone on the ship had been asleep, but the erratic motion of the waves had awoken1438 lines, 2 comments, July 6. In 600-2000 words, First person, Inspirational, Love, Mystery, Strange, Weird
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I woke up, my head throbbing uncontrollably. For a second, I laid on my bed, perfectly still. I was sure, as soon as I moved any part of my body, the pain I knew all too well would crush my body. 1 - Fate's encounter at storywrite
Selene couldn’t sleep. The excitement was throbbing uncontrollably in her veins; her heart was racing a mile a minute. Thoughts of the next day kept intruding in her wishes for sleep. She had tossed and turned for hours, but - A moment's eternity at storywrite
The night I first saw her, a bright moon was shining. Everyone on the ship had been asleep, but the erratic motion of the waves had awoken me. I had tried to fall again in slumber, but we were traveling new waters, and my spi
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Rheea on July 6When you come by and read my work, it would be nice if you left a foot print or two. A bug beneath a pin for you examine is quiet what I feel like given your cover page and which works by title you have chosen to read.
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PoeticLove : You, my young lady, are on June 4A wonderful credit to society, humanity, and it's so sad that everyone on Earth couldn't have your heart. Love DORA7
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Josiah on May 24lol hey go read the comment on my poem with you it's freaking funny and how are you doing
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Josiah : JOSIAH on May 18JOSIAH,JOSIAH,JOSIAH,JOSIAH,JOSIAH,JOSIAH,IS A BADASS
