I’ve got this friend. I don’t think you know him. But you’ve probably seen him before. He’s everywhere and usually, I’m right behind him. We are different and the same. They say he looks a lot like me, but that isn’t true; though in some ways it must be, since people say it a lot. …
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“The regeneration of the inferior or degenerate races, by the superior races is part of the providential order of things for humanity; Regere imperio populous is our vocation. Pour forth this all-consuming activity onto countries, which, like China, are crying aloud for foreign conquest. Turn the adventurers who disturb European society into a ver sacrum, a …
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“I am human. I am a human being, and it is hard. It is hard being a human being; to keep on being human, knowing what being human is. It’s a curse in perpetuity, humanity and all its entailments; the endless state of “human being” and “being human” because even when you go the whole …
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“Because there is nothing as personal as the past.” To me, serpia is symbolic of personal spaces- spaces as personal, as exclusive and as secret, as known to you as the past. This is the first of so many stories I am sharing under this forum in light of the vision this platform holds, hopefully …
An artist is a person engaged in one or more of any of a broad spectrum of activities related to creating art, practicing the arts, and or demonstrating an art. It implies a mastery of any sort of craft. It is interesting to realize that in the understanding of an artist and artistry, comes the …
Within the process of art is its greatest relevance- influence. I believe there is no greater way of influencing a thinking and feeling species than by causing them to think and feel. It is the reason entertainment is such a lucrative enterprise. It’s because most people have mastered the skill of manipulating feeling and thought, …
I am human. So are you. So is he. So is she. What makes me “me”? What makes you who you are? We are the same like this and different like that. I look at you and see me. You look at me and see what you do. Here we are reflecting each other in …
I’m in need of stitches. The wound in my heart is a gaping hole, and life blew it into shape. My soul needs morphine, because the pain I feel is a vortex into reality’s intro. It says, “Hey! Welcome to the what-is-really-is and is really happening to you, because it is. By the way, you …
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