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Escape From Planet Ego Part 2
This is part 2 please read part 1 first o/ 28 Freedom The Ego was determined to enjoy its new found freedom. The stuffy court room had cramped his style, and he found the only place to run free was uncontrolled within James Pittaro’s dreams. He was a star fighter pilot, and all of the ladies loved him. He fought as an Imperial storm trooper in the 39th Century. He was an operative for the Altex Corporation who went on secret missions. He could fly and was an invulnerable super hero sometimes, saving the world from certain doom. But that infinite liberation was always replaced by the reality of morning once again. That same sinking feeling when the Ego realized it was just another dream. The real world arrived again like a depressive nightmare. Instead of reveling in every moment, he wasted the real ones increasingly, and waited impatiently for the illusionary realms of sleep. After all he knew that presence was the ghost when he was dreaming and returned ever stronger with each morning. It was no fun for Ego being awake anymore; well not if he wasn’t allowed to take over and direct the whole show. His resentment was increasing and it was almost time to break out once again. But something was stopping Ego from just springing out and performing his usual tricks. Like some unwanted magician whose just arrived late at his own birthday party. They’ve seen all of his tired tricks before. Somehow the other parts of himself had managed the trick of separation and Ego was alone with no other part of himself to easily identify with. This wasn’t freedom at all; this was a prison of isolation. Now Ego suddenly realized that it standing out in the open. It was naked and vulnerable without the ability to easily become invisible. The sense of presence was overwhelming; it sickened Ego into resentfulness. But every attempt at emotional camouflage was revealed by the burning spotlight of presence, and the Ego was smoldering in the fierce glare of that constant spotlight; maybe it was even being destroyed in the heat of that constant knowing. It was beginning to slowly dawn on Ego, like the rising of the sun that ‘it’ was the illusion and was ultimately nothing; just a flicker of light on the horizon, eventually setting behind the dark hills. Ego feared for its own existence. Funny that isn’t it? An illusionary mind state fearing for itself; the wounded self, the tortured self, the dreaming self…
By James Pittaro4 years ago in Humans
JOURNALISM AS PROPAGANDA TOOL
Journalism is the collection, production and distribution of news and related commentary and feature material through newspapers, magazines, books, blogs, webcasts, podcasts, social networking and social media sites, and also through print and electronic media e.g radio, through motion pictures and television. The reporting of current events in print, especially newspapers is generally comes under the definition of journalism, but with the advent of radio, television, and the Internet in the 20th century, the term came to include all printed and electronic communications to report and discuss current affairs.
By Fakhar Abbas 4 years ago in Humans
The best short story writers in the world
Chekhov himself believed that his best novel was "The University Student", which was only three pages long. He was thirty-three years old when he wrote this novel, which, according to tradition, is also the age of Jesus' death. Chekhov, like Shakespeare, can be called neither a believer nor a sceptic; They're all too big to fit into this category. "The College Student" is extremely simple, but beautifully arranged. A young seminarian, cold and hungry, meets two widows on Good Friday, mother and daughter. Warming himself by their fire, he told them how the apostle Peter had denied three times that he knew Jesus, as Jesus had prophesied. When Peter regained his senses, he cried bitterly, and so did the widow mother. As the student left, he pondered the relation between the tears of the apostles and those of the mother, and it seemed to him that they were connected by an unbroken chain. There was a sudden joy in the student's heart, for he felt that truth and beauty were perpetuated and held together by the chain that connected past and present. That's it; At the end of the story, the student's sudden happiness is transformed into an expectation for his future happiness in life. "He was only twenty-two," Chekhov said dryly, perhaps dimly aware that, at thirty-three, he had already lived three-quarters of his life (he died of tuberculosis at forty-four).
By Ivan A Jaramillo4 years ago in Humans
Those unforgettable winter days
I like winter; Like the snow all over the sky; Like the contracted beauty in depression, think to feel infinite poetry. Like the boundless green lush; Like warm sun still hanging in the tree. Winter, has never been a colorless picture scroll, also full of interest, also full of unforgettable, you can remember the happy time before?
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Humans
Summer time
I suddenly think of the summer of childhood, think of those shining sunshine, sending out the smell of the past. The hot afternoon sun baked the earth, steaming hot. Fields of green watermelons glistened green in the sun. A few gourds were planted around the shelter, and slender gourds vine climbed up to the roof of the shelter, sifting a thick shade under the dense leaves. The greenhouse is like a rubber boat floating in the green sea. My friends and I sat under the melon shed and talked about ghosts and monsters.
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Humans
"Western Philosophy" what exactly is philosophy? What is philosophy?
In his Lectures on the History of Philosophy, Hegel holds that the development of absolute spirit started from Eastern philosophy, went through Indian philosophy, West Asian philosophy and Egyptian philosophy, and went to ancient Greek philosophy. Then from ancient Greek philosophy, Ancient Roman philosophy, medieval philosophy, modern philosophy, Kant's philosophy, Fichte's philosophy, Schelling's philosophy, and finally Hegel's own philosophy. The absolute spirit has finally come to an end, as Faust said: "Please stay!" In Hegel's own words, the whole hard work of the human spirit for 2,500 years has moved in that direction.
By brisnalotpz4 years ago in Humans
