They say;
“There is Nothing in Kansas”
And I say;
“I guess that is true”
And I suppose
there is a Nothing....
Between you
....and your growing
Between you
....and your hoping
Between you
....and your dreaming
Between you
....and your knowing
That oh, how the Spirit in the wind
is always blowing
A wild Presence,
pulsing, and showing
That your horizons are
always rising
With their mighty Nothing
to fly on through
Because it is true
there is Nothing in Kansas
Except, for the force
to be reckoned
within YOU
About the Creator
Cait Page
Amatur SciFi nerd
A lover of all things green
Wrapped in an Irish Sweater
Consistently finding it impossible to be good
Constantly learning to be content to be God's
There are things I want to read
But I must write them first
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
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Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
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