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A Bead of Words
A little meme from Word beads on Sentence Strings: For some reason that defied all logic, Stan chose to seclude himself in his workshop each Sunday afternoon. He would spend hours immersed on the internet, each keystroke part of an … Continue reading
Conversation with a Mirror
I said, “Before I write another word and send it, helpless, out into the void, I’d like to find a topic less absurd than how the world leaves me only annoyed when I encounter it each passing day; it does … Continue reading
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With one word aloud
With one word aloud, the illusion is broken as the echo fades. So deep, this still well, that a small sound is strengthened and seems so much more. But echoes will fade; and in the gaping silence words do not … Continue reading
To Be Ambrose Bierce for a Day
chaste, n. The state of being pursued, but not yet within the grasp of the pursuer. For example, it could be said that one is chaste, or in fact chased, until they are caught or captured. Quite often the value … Continue reading
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Confucious
The words that rend my soul’s speech are my own; they are not borrowed from another’s lines. From someone else’s field, of their seeds sown, come not the fruits due me at harvest time. To posit otherwise is to admit … Continue reading
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Tagged Confucious, education, gurus, knowledge, responsibility, teaching, words
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