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«I’ve tried so hard, but in the end … it doesn’t even matter.» A veces tengo la sospecha de que soy un mal webmaster. Hoy he recibido un e-post (e-mail para los Lituanos en el público) donde se me ataca e insulta. En efecto, el autor del e-post me postula del apóstata; el Ibilis abnegado,…
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It was during Christmas Eve on the car ride home, that I was to feel my soul resonate. Piercing through the laughter and rowdiness of the conversation, I was to hear a voice escaping from the radio; one that was to capture my imagination. As the hubbub droned ceaselessly in the background, I imbibed the…
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The last few days have been of reflexion. I have pondered on what will take place at the conclusion of the next two months, primarily, the cessation of the freedom I have been enjoying since March ‘05. It is not to be an abrupt conclusion, for everything has, ostensibly, been building up to this. There…
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Truth is one of those things that escapes us; perhaps this escapism alludes to the fact that truth is unattainable. I am of the impression that we can only come to know images of truths. I believe Truth exists, but it is beyond our reach. By this, I do not mean that it is beyond…
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Sometimes I feel distant, hardly visible, yet I am thereand I am sure you know and notice this …. Often I remain silent, afraid that were I to speak, only nonsense would be emitted by my mouth. Therefore, from the sidelines like a spectator I watch and wait. I am a stranger to time, resilient…
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on an empty field spanning the horizon to empty silencebesieged by a glistening sun, high up above in the sky. somewhere, once when it was green and pleasant children played; no care in the world to be shown. buffered by towering mountains capped by the whiteness of the snow reaching for the heavens with open…
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A veces sueño que eres fuerte y valiente. Me pierdo en la ilusión de que tienes el valor para defenderme, de poner un alto a todo lo que ella dice sobre mí. Pero soñar es un mundo y realidad aparte de lo que es. La fantasía de que soy mi propio héroe no es más…
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Sometimes, we look back and are disgusted with ourselves. I felt the earth tremble and convulse; here was love. We embraced one another, for the last time most certainly. Though I did not know it then. During a brief and sobering moment of calm, a rapid arrest of the madness, I had decided to return…
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Once again I find myself discussing Islam. Last time, I expounded on why religion (herein superstition) has no place in the public sphere. Though in the last entry, I was able to exchange my terms of superstition, i.e., Christianity and Islam. The nature of these supersititions, their historical connexion and common origin, i.e, Jewish traditions…