humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Returning to Hegel
I have twice in my memory sought to put down, in writing what reading Hegel was like for me. The first was a blogpost on a website I had created named 'mutteringsofthealley'. There was something magical I was introduced to in the preface to the Phenomenology of Spirit:- that is, the possibility of considering a directionality to truth. This is what I sought to capture, and as part of a portfolio with my other writings - got me entry into the literary arts department in AUD for an MA. I later was to switch to sociology, yet an impetus remained with me.
By Arsh K.S5 years ago in Humans
Freedom from the Onslaught
He defined himself as a shark in all things. He chose it to mean that he excels at all things. Sales. The boardroom. The bedroom.
By Blorraine5 years ago in Humans
What Is Not Born
In the loft of your nan’s old barn, the smaller one with the rusting roof that I painted metallic silver for less than minimum wage, lies an empty manger covered in cobwebs.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
I'm Sorry
Victim, Point of view Dear..... Marigolds are used to celebrate the dead.... Falling, falling and more falling. Endlessly falling into a deep pit, surrounded by darkness. Cold.
By Kennya Hall5 years ago in Humans
June 4th 2016
June 4th Just had some coffee at End Zone Restaurant & Grill. They let me play my guitar while I drank my coffee without any complaint. Too bad nobody threw me any loot because they have a breakfast deal for 3.50, eggs, grits, and either sausage or bacon. I wish I saw that before I spent my money on coffee and a cigarette, I would have had just enough, but I guess that's just not what the universe had in store for me.
By Robert Frost5 years ago in Humans
In Defense of Texting During the Bar
In Defense of Texting at the Bar - I’m that person and I’m not sorryforge.medium.com Smartphones are the worst, right? They’re addictive, rotting our brains, skewing our memories, and killing the art of casual conversation. As if relying on our phones to fill every idle moment isn’t bad enough, going to sit in a gymnasium or public library basement somewhere to stare at a screen — especially during the bar examination, which is built for sitting silently while thinking and typing furiously and sweating bullets about how much money you will have wasted if you fail this stupid exam after three God damn years of law school already— surely signals the decline of our civilization.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Humans
The Pandemic has Devastated Humanity. The Silver Lining is that It has Ushered in the Digital Age.
The devastation wrought by the Pandemic caused by the Coronavirus has been immense and all encompassing. Not only was this a health and human catastrophe, it has also resulted in a humanitarian disaster in many countries worldwide. Indeed, the financial, economic, and social costs of the Pandemic have been so humongous and the scars so deep, that the recovery would take a few years or more. Moreover, there is no certainty about the "end point" and whether we would ever return to "normal".
By Rammohan Susarla5 years ago in Humans
Memory of a Ghost
Author's Note: I wrote this back in 2018 when I was a senior in high school. The assignment was to write a belief statement, which is basically anything you believe in. Here is my belief statement.
By Jordyn5 years ago in Humans
A Brief History of Chainmaille
This is the transcript for episode 11 of the We're All Stories podcast. the full episode can be heard here: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1685008/8829081
By Ravenswing5 years ago in Humans
We Are Not Broken
We aren't broken. We never were. Read that over and over again, as many times as you have to, to remember. We are here to learn and give back through our creative expression.
By Keana Lambert5 years ago in Humans
HOW TO GIVE AWAY A BOOK
Dear Reader, HOW TO GIVE AWAY A BOOK I went to Officeworks and asked how much it was to photocopy a page. The clerk replied ten cents per page black and white. I said I had about one hundred pages. She said ten bucks, or eight if I use the self service machines.
By Luke Lawson5 years ago in Humans
My Unmovable Life
Time. The unforgiving force that ceaselessly barrages me with every waking moment. My bones ache as they fracture and splinter into tiny pieces that scatter in the wind. A long time ago, I stood tall and proud. Magnificent in structure like a god amongst the tiny blades of grass in this field. Now my skin slowly peels away as rot seeps deep into my body.
By Daniel Millington5 years ago in Humans