[I]This is the beginning of my newest story. I blogged a bit about it a couple of days ago, and decided to put it up. Chapter 1 is still a work in progress, but I posted the start of it to give you a bit more direction on the story. Some of you may recognize Lucien from a previous short story/character profile. These will be his sagas, and I hope that you enjoy them. One novel is basically planned out, and I'm compiling the research for it. I hope to write others about him, but I'll see how ...
Updated 01-07-2009 at 11:17 PM by applepie
What is the most beautiful painting you can imagine? Now what is the purpose of this painting? We stare at and enjoy, and thus prolong the time-- does it give us more time? Does listening to music give us more time, or exercising, or doing yoga, or laughing, or making love? What about singing, writing, reading, or doing anything else-- what about worshiping God? The purpose or meaning of the most beautiful experience is the last sign God left. For us as well as everything else. We are a finite, ...
Man ceases to exist, when he realizes God. The last thought of Man is always God. Man and God are both relative terms. God is everything that is beautiful, everything that exists. Man is a part of this. The last thought of God is Man's complete absorption-- the end of man. Every one of us is contained in every other, and the earth's population could be very small, and very blissful. Instead, we have shortages of food, and money. Shortages of food? We can grow it out of the ground, all it takes is ...
I went on a crazy long bike ride-- over three miles going full throttle. And I forgot. Remember when I said I wanted to run and see where my path took me? I did it. I found a path and followed it until I ran out of path. I went so fast that everything blurred into the strip of sand in front of me and had only enough time for that instant of thought for that instantaneous turn. And I forgot. I forgot the scenery first. The trees and the plants and the sky. I forgot the melody of the cicadas that ...
I'm paranoid. I was just starting to watch a new anime when I heard a noise outside. At first I thought it was a cat. Just as I was thinking about going out to check, I tought, "what if it's not a cat?" Because, through double glazing cats can often sound like crying babies and then I thought of the email, and the paranoia set in. Here is the email in full: An important message from the Police - please pass this along to all the women you know..... ...