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From where I stand I can look out over the precipice and see oblivion. Another step on this long and dangerous journey would have been the end. There is no room on the ledge for both feet, for the other is already headed in the opposite direction. I turn to retrace my footsteps and see that my entire journey has been surrounded by the abyss. A single misstep would have taken me over the

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The Big Bang. Genesis. Impact. Dinosaurs. Impact. Humanity. Fire. The Wheel. Ice Ages. Jesus. Stone Tablets. Printing Press. Electricity. The Internet. The Future.Time is an illusion. It is continuously measured through memory and events. The Universe does neither recognize nor yield to it. Humanity uses it's milestones and machines to measure it. Individuals take advantage of it and at times,

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In that moment, the moment I died, time seemed to stop and fast forward - folding in on itself.How long was I drifting? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years?My mind immediately began clinging to anything to hold onto as it stretched and pulled itself from my own skull. It was different than I've ever imagined it. Nothing went dark. There was no light at the end of a tunnel. My very being rose and melted.

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Time and aging, while we are young, seems incredibly linear. As children we look up to the adults in our lives and see them in the next stages of our lives. We are born, we age, and then we die. However, early in life (hopefully) we realize that, instead, we live lifetimes and lifetimes inside of that line. Jobs, relationships, friendships, residences, and all our other experiences seem to be

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look at meyou know mearms crossed on my shouldersstanding here half-naturalwould you believei was an angel...an angel.would you believewhere i'm from andthat from my backthese bladesonce heldtwo wings...an angel.would you believei have fallenbut hes still heresomewherewaking to join you...an angel.would you believei just need someoneto need melike i need youmy shining starsyou are...all

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darker placesive never beenonly seen themin the eyesof thosewho fearwho fears?not i.not ever.

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even tears fall far from me nowim not sure if i remember howto cryeverytime i stand upand step forwardto tryi fall harder than the last timetheres always another excusethats whyi drink so i dont liveliving is harder now than it isto diea part of me sleepswhile the rest of me waits to wakeand flypeople think they know mebut they have no ideatheres so much more to me than this lie...this lie is

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10:10amMe: "So, like, why is my name scratched off on the schedule like that?"Akisha: "Colin... we need to talk..."Me: "Dude, did I just get fired?"Akisha: "......yea."Me: "Whoa."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Insert Daydream]Me: "WHAT!? YOU CAN'T FIRE MEEEE!!! YOUR NOTHING WITHOUT MEEEEEEE!!! I LIKE INVENTED YOU OR SOMETHING!!! IM THE BEST!!! YOU WONT MAKE IT WITHOUT MEEEEE!!!

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"retracing steps"I've said all this before, but I'm now no more than a pattern... a circle returning to itself - sending feet into steps they only just left, and yet only remember when retaken.This is my mind; its thoughts abandoned to instead take part in the noise surrounding my every step. Filling these halls with the sound, filling in the gaps that speak greater volumes with their silence...

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Cause it's my lifeI have arrivedDon't let me forget.I am deepKeep me hereDon't let me forget.I see the futureI remember the pastDon't let me forget.Everyone's beautifulLife is grandDon't let me forget.I'm the club kidI'm a starDon't let me forget.I am spiritI'm an oceanDon't let me forget.I remember... I see myselfI am a mirror image of you.I'll never forget.

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Do I beleive in god?Yes. I most certainly do. I believe that we always have and will continue to create our world, our realities, and our humanity. So therefore each and every one of us is god and works with god to create what we have.It's never about what happens in your life. It's how you react to it. It's how you let what happens to you, affect you. No matter what happens in you life, you have

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"Listen as the wind blows...From across the great divide...Voices trapped in yearning...Mem'ries trapped in time.The night is my companion,And solitude my guide - Would I spend forever hereand not be satisfied?""Everything in the universe has rhythm... and everything dances." - Maya AngelouEverything exists exactly the way it is meant to in every moment of every day. Nothing is ever out of place

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Love is what we are. Love is what we're made of. Life is the time we have as individuals. Life is the state of being.Without love there is no reason to exist, because without love, we are nothing. I strongly feel that love is the only thing that exists and yet, it is nothing. We actually have no idea what it is and without it, what is really the point in living if only to die? If you aren't

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"Change is a process, not a destination."

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I couldn't decide whether or not to post this. It's very personal to me and so it's very close to my heart. It has been one of my favorites from the begining and everytime I read it I get something different from it.Invocation of LightSeven planets light the heavens.Seven metals rule the stars.Seven angels stir the air.Seven spirits bring the charge.Seven beasts and seven birds,Seven drums beat

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It's nice,Being me.Strong when I want to be.Cold when I have to be.But mainly,Sensitive to myself,Compassionate to others,Always smiling,Ever laughing,Deepest at heart,Philisophical in soul,Agile and competitive.Whitest smile,Prettiest eyes,Handsome face,Awesome body.Polite,Social,Friendly......ModestIt's nice,Being me.

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of him who knew the most of all men know;who made the journey; hearbroken; reconciled;who knew the way things were before the Floodthe secret things, the mystery; who wentto the end of the Earth, and over; who returned,and wrote the story on a tablet of stone.He built Uruk. He built the keeping placeof Anu and Ishtar. The outer wallshines in the sun like the brightest copper; the innerwall is

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it is the passion flowing right on through your veinsand it's the feeling like your oh so glad you cameit is the moment you remember youre aliveit is the air you breath, the element, the fireit is the flower that you took the time to smelland its the power that you know you've got as wellit is the fear inside that you can overcomeit is the orchestra, the rhythm, and the drumit is the soundtrack

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Hebrew is the text of religions, French are the words of love, Latin is the speech of the artist, And German is spoken by friends. Chinese are the teachings of the spirit, Spanish is the voice of laughter, English is the language of youth, And change is the way of time.

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Breathe. Breathe. Wingspan reaching into eternity. My left into the past, My right into the future. Each touching forever. And I am here, now. Breathe. Breathe. The everlasting filling my lungs, Until all I can do is breathe. Breathe. God is within and without, And now God is within and without.. Me.

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"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss

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So I'm back,To the velvetUnderground.Back to the floor,That I love.To a roomWith some lace,And paper flowers.Back to the gypsyThat I was.To the gyspyThat I am.And it all comes down to you.Well you know that it deos.That lightning strikesMaybe once, maybe twice.Oh and lights up the night,And you see your gypsy.You see your gypsy.To the gypsyThat remains,Faces freedomWith a littleFear.I have no

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StoneCraftmay you rest in peaceMay the energies you carried in life cycle around to be born again.Renewed, awakened, to bring light upon the darker places and times of this world.May all of your loose ends be tied to new beginnings.May your harmonious existence, no matter how short, propel its children on to a more evolved and happy creation.May love surround and protect you now and always.

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I have to thank Merrick for E-Mailing this to me. I wish you enough, Merrick! I've taken the story and proof-read it a little. I Wish You Enough Recently I overheard a mother and her daughter in their last moments together in an airport. They had announced the departure of her flight. Upon this announcment the mother turned to her daughter and said, "I love you, and I wish you enough." The

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Let go.. You never really understand what the words mean until you really need to use them. To let something go is not to forget it, but to stop holding on to it so tightly you can't breath, or clutching on to it so hard you can't live. Some things in life are not meant to be relived, and if they are, then they will relive themselves in their own time. With letting go of everything, comes

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I have been asking myself for the past month now what I missed in the first part of my essay. I suppose I could elaborate on a few of my points from the first article, to start. In paragraph six I talked about how we, as Wiccans, don't place a "fall" or "divide" in our history. What I mean by this is, in Christian mythology, there exists a time when the human race is a direct manifestation of

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Wicca is an Earth-based religion focused on bettering our planet, each other, and ourselves. Wicca is a religion without any central organization, literature, or structure. It does not claim to be the only right religion. (and that's just the basics...) Some think that Wicca itself predates Christ. I personally feel that while parts of it were in place, such as polythiestic Goddess and God

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ETERNAL LOVE Remember me When the wind blows through the trees The leaves fall to the ground Flowers wilt and echoes fade Acorns are cracked and eaten The snow falls then melts away Rain washes away the tears And the sun dries the puddles up Fires blazing in the sky Even they someday must die Spirits rise while bodies fall Love is what shall save it all Though seasons change And days seem

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Things don't always work out the way you want them to... I told everyone days before the election that if he wins I will be moving. I really don't think that would be called for... My country has, apparently, left me. I can't be the only person who doesn't accept a religious path that, as a fundamental rule, is the ONLY right one. I can't be the only one who doesn't read the bible or accept a

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I'm not an author. I'm actually not very good at writing my thoughts down at all. I would like to become better at it and so therefore the next logical thing for me to do was to create this website for Merrick and Myself to have. I'm no author. I just know that life is what it is. I know that every morning I wake up and see the sun in the sky. I also know that the world is round and what you

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