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Posted by Poetichick on Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:22 am
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Tears are such hypocritical things. Meant for sadness, meant for joy, used to persuade, and to build upon, of all things. Tears have no outer limits; unlike us who are only limited by we the people who live and breathe, along with the little voices inside our heads.<br> We live, we breathe, we care, we love, but our biggest foe is ourselves, our egotistical selves. Out to get
each other in the back while watching our own. We are supposedly the superior race. While being taught united we stand, divided we fall, we are looking around for the next person to take out of the picture. If that person knows that he or she is the next target, watch your back also for you then have met your match, checkmate, you are the weakest link, bye-bye and all that is, is was and never shall be again. <br> Fear is another thing that confuses us tremendously. We are supposed to fear nothing, but if theories are correct, we, our ancestors that is, were created from nothing, thus we fear ourselves and everything around us. <br> But, contradicting myself, which is something I hate to do, why do we put so much time and energy into what all we know is nothing. Black holes, how do we know they are there? As far as we know, it is a mass of
nothing, leading nowhere, just sitting there doing nothing, existing in nonexistence. So, if it is nothing, why are we not afraid? I fear, you fear, we all fear something, or excuse me, nothing.<br>Our fears are justified in something, or the absence of something, thus nothing, but yet something became of nothing, so do you understand anything that I'm saying? Of course, I understand what I'm saying it just seems that you don't. Every theory came from the ramblings of some person, somewhere, doing something, but if we reverse that into all that I've said, it's no person, nowhere, doing nothing that figured out something that had to do with nothing creating the theories that we have held true and even proven true that is able to last beyond a lifetime, creating a somebody out of a nobody, and kills the beliefs held true by so many, making them find a new way of doing things that cannot be found.<br> Trust me, theorizing the worlds great mysteries is no joy but someone or yet no one had to do it, but they did. <br> You look really confused, you've just been hit with more id
eas and bombardments than you've ever been taught in school. No school ever taught me to think outside of the box, just to be content with in it. This whole deal was to help you think outside the box, not to be content with in it. A lot of hair brain, coo-coo, wack, crackpot schemes and theories came from out ward, outside thinking, which made us who we are today. Not your typical story, or theories, but what can you expect, I'm not your typical person.<br><br>~<i>Eternally Confused
</i>~<br>Poetichicky
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Posted by Rebekkah on Thu Jan 29, 2004 7:48 pm
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Heh, not bad. I like the totally confused style. The piece was best in the parts where it didn't take itself too seriously (or didn't come across that way, at least). Towards the end when you tell the reader to think outside the box it got a little patronizing, but it may have only seemed that way to me because that's one of the favorite phrases of my brother's highly annoying first year composition teacher. *g*
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:48 am
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<blockquote ><div><cite>Quote</cite>No school ever taught me to think outside of the box, just to be content within it.</div></blockquote>
<br />This is true for most, if not all of us. For everything we learned, we lost something, sometimes before we ever had it.
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