Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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‘Twas The Night Before (A tale of survival)
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, There was nothing to eat, for man or for mouse. The stockings were worn and were somewhat threadbare, No hope for presents or candy was there. The children, asleep in their bed on the floor, With bars on the windows and locks on the doors.…
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Oxygen
(A real simple, borderline awful “poem ” to several writing friends of mine who suffer from severe depression, and who are medicated up to the eyeballs. It’s not good…. You guys worry me… And if you ask me, I wouldn’t remotely trust any of that pharmaceutical CRAP anyway.) Oxygen I will admit I’m just a…
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Intermezzo
INTERMEZZO An interesting question may be as follows: “If Life for us humans is temporary and finite, then is this experience we are having just a mere intermezzo? An interlude? A pause? ” And, leading on from that: “If so, then what are we pausing FOR? “ If Life is the popcorn break, then what…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (1): “Living in a Cubicle “
my faithful old ride ‘One-Four-Victor’, subsequently destroyed in a crash, that killed the pilot… Living in a cubicle We were flying along in a Bell helicopter, quite happily, enjoying the strange magic of the African coastline, with a pale blue wintry sky. Cirrus clouds were weaving their thin, ephemeral presence at some dizzy height above…
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The lonely butterfly (part 2)
The Lonely Butterfly (2) He was gone. My little friend was gone. The lonely butterfly had disappeared into the dark gloom of a forgotten hallway.. I leaned back against the rusted, worn railings of my tired sanity. So what, I asked myself, had struck me so powerfully about what I had just witnessed? What was…
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The lonely butterfly (part 1)
The lonely butterfly (Part 1)
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The Drive by shooting
THE DRIVE BY SHOOTING I was about to fall into bed, exhausted. I had way, way exceeded normal duty time, due to a series of law enforcement events. In fact, the previous night, I had hardly slept at all. I was dog tired, bone weary, crabby, irritable and my body ached to be let go…
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Black Thunder
Black Thunder The Louisiana fishermen, standing by the side of the LA 82, barely paused in their conversation. The rolling thunder, that had started as no more than a distant, growling threat, was increasing in volume. It was louder now, and became the unmistakable sound of an approaching large V-twin motorcycle. Still the fishermen chatted…
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Fear of long words
I’ve finally found the word I was looking for. It means ‘the fear of long words’. The word is (this is serious!): Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.
Got any book recommendations?