The Number 9
The number 9 is a piece of meaningful nothingness. It is my favorite number and I feel a sense of inner connection to it. It is as though the number 9 represents the life I long to live; the “me” that is fighting to be real in a custom-made world that demands prescription definitions of success.
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I existed but for a short time;
In that time I heard no rhyme,
I smelled no rose,
In sand wiggled no toes.
If ever a song were sung,
I know not of one.
In a soft bed I’ve never lain; Continue reading
America’s culture and very existence was built on a statement in the opening lines of her constitution that the rights of the citizens are undeniable: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal with the unalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” But now, as if the concept of self-evident truths was only hypothetical, young people are being challenged to question reality and meaning. We are told there are no absolute truths, no meaning, and no universal morality. This leaves America with a big problem. If everything is relative, how can a truth be self-evident or unalienable? Continue reading