philosophy
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Wandering in early-morning thought, I began to ponder this little musing. We have become sloppy and careless.We have lost the skill to understand poetry,or even to stay with what we are reading and hearing. We speak without thought.We build strong bodies, cultivate minds, and learn to understand our emotions…But where is eloquent language?In what writing…
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Every age needs a monster to chase. In medieval times, it was witches who were marked and burned, as if fear could be turned to ash. In the twentieth century, it was communists, with lists and sweeps that promised safety and delivered suspicion. And now, in the twenty-first century, the sweep is for autism. Presidents…
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The seasons pass as they do, and it flows as time moves. Not in a straight line, though we try to force it into one. Time is not singular; and some days move like a train through space, and it does so, with or without us. Only a year ago, on the equinox in September…
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There was a time when I breathed in colours like air. Art was not a hobby. It was a heartbeat.A language the world could not decipher, but my soul spoke fluently. And yet, the voices came. Sharp as chalk on slate. Teachers with their red pens and cold smiles.“This is not enough.” “This is not…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 