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March 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
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Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
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Why do we insist on destroying the beautiful? We do it in the name of progress. In the name of modernization. In the name of betterment. In the name of the human race.
Why do we insist on destroying the things that are pure? On caging ourselves from that which is a masterpiece of woven threads. Why do we insist on destroying not only what is outside of us, in the natural world, but on destroying what is inside us, in our souls.
If only everyone awoke to the sights I do in the morning. If only each person on this earth could look up at a clear sky as the sunsets and see a rainbow of colours followed by the entrance of stars, the entrance of our hopes and dreams. And as they watch the rainbows reflect. Reflect upon the hues of love, the energy of life, the joy of a child’s smile. The serenity of the forest, the sorrow of loss, the peace of friendship, the strength of family. As each hue of colour fades into the dusk, tiny lights of hopes and dreams appear. With each rising star is a memory. A goal. A wish. With the first of these stars children recite a poem and make a wish. With the last of these stars the children look up as their wishes are laid before them, as they are taken in awe of such a sight. Covering the black sky are tiny lights, perhaps one for each wish, one for each child, one for each life, most certainly one for every gaze of wonder.
Wonder passes, excitement is tamed. Wishes forgotten, sunrise named. As the sun rises each morning on this beautiful continent we call home it lights up a world. A world of such beauty that it cannot be captured by pen, by photograph, nor even by memory. The sun may rise to find a snow-covered land. The evergreens bent gently under the weight of the snow. The tracks of a late night visitor disappearing into the woods. The dark blue sky lit up by the reds and pinks of the sun make the scene perfect. The sun may rise to find not snow, but dew. It may rise to welcome its reflection on a still pond. The deciduous trees in all their glory, covered in reds and oranges, greens, and pinks. The evergreens laying silent, waiting for their time of glory, only subtly attracting attention. The last of the geese can be seen flying south across a crimson sky. And all is at peace in the heart of the wood.
Scenes such as these create unequaled awe, unparalleled beauty, unmatched wonder, and unrivaled peace. But as we grow older we forget to look. We shut our eyes to everything but progress. To anything but betterment, and modernization. Massive towering buildings block the colours of the setting sun. The bright lights of a modern town hide the stars. Love, energy, and joy give way to strength. Serenity, peace and friendship are overrun by sorrow. As slowly we forget how magnificent wonder is. Excitement is never tamed. Wishes are forgotten for generations, gone with Peter Pan to Never Never Land. Neither Sunrise nor sunset is ever seen as we spend our days and nights working under the bright lights of a city. Pen captures the beauty of this progress, it need only write a check. Photographs depict this newfound life of strain and stress; it need only be another criminal on the front page of the Daily News. Most importantly memories are scarred with the scene of busy streets, dark men in alleyways.
The evergreens are never seen in their prime, as their roots have been torn from the Mother’s soil and their bodies made into progress. The deciduous are only seen adorning the City Hall and main streets. The pond is filled with ripples as a stream of waste is poured into it. Polluting the once tranquil place. The geese return only on Thanksgiving in the form of dinner.
Is this progress? Is it betterment? Because it is most certainly modernization. It is loss in its prime. We seek to know the mysteries of Mars while the mysteries of our home planet are being forgotten and killed in the searches wake. We seek technology, while lore and craft are lost to the history books. Songs are now sung of power, corruption and sadness. No tales of heroes, stories of ancestors or lore of maidens and their sires.
We have progressed to a world without wonder, one without awe. The beauty we have not destroyed is unknown as we look to the polluted sky to search for what is beyond? And when we find it? When we find what we search for among the hopes and dreams of the stars. What then? Will we simply corrupt another place of beauty only to find another and do the same? If we cannot save our own planet, our own continent, our own cities. Our own souls. What will happen when we begin to rule over others?
last modified Mar 7, 2004, 5:11 p
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You have just described one of the main themes of Brave New World...
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Klepto - March 8, 2004, 5:39 p
Deep...
its deep. i didnt finsh reading it, but i will later...
deep deep down under the seaaaaaaaaaaaaa
under the seaaaaaaaaaa
im allright. really really...
very nice.
*signed*
me, myself, and i --> I used to be a schizophrenic, but we're okay now...
oh guess what
MARCH BREAK IS THIS FRIDAY!!
ITS THIS FRIDAYYYYYYYYYYY
FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!
is it pj day thursday?
thats good.
i like pjs.
pjs are awesome, eh marie? haw haw haw
im OKAY
!
okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
lala
march break
doodah doodah
im gonna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
i have a bad mark in sciennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnncccccccceeeeeeeeee
okay, well its a B... 75-77, or sumthin like that...
BUT STILL!!
my dads gonna kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
okay
done
huggles!
>hug poem<
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CwiSsY - March 8, 2004, 5:04 p
Hmm...
interesting very interesting.... looks like something written for english class...
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Iamweasel - March 8, 2004, 11:40 a
Why not? Why not both? They can be accomodated, with a little effort...
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REGS - March 7, 2004, 11:15 p
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