Secret PlacesSecret Places by ~threwthedoor
There are places in the world. Secret places.
Secret because they are both hidden and known by few.
And also because they hide secrets themselves.
But what do they hide? Where can they be found?
If you are patient, you will know.
To find one, you must be brave. Are you brave?
You must also be smart. How smart are you?
It helps to be strong, quick, and cunning.
Because, as most secrets are, these places are kept secret.
Even if you knew where they were, you could never reach them unless you were prepared.
Some are guarded.
Some exist in places so remote that no human has ever been there.
Some have been visited many times, but people
The Truth People often ask "what is the meaning of life?" For thousands of years, philosophers, prophets, scientists, and artists have tried to find and express the answer to this question. Well, I am here to tell you this: meaning is a human invention. We impose it on the universe, but it does not obey our thinking. Science is amended daily and religion fades into tradition. The only constant is the infinite majesty and mystery of the universe, which continues to change, oblivious to us. We are not its masters nor its creators. Breathe. Think. Feel. Understand. That is you, experiencing, but not creating. Feeling, but not imposing. The true beauty oThe Truth by ~threwthedoor
Sounds I've always listened to the sounds, they're my only stimulation. Noises, words, music, it's all I've had these long years. When I was first brought here I heard only crying. The incessant screaming, it tormented me. A year later I heard words, the first words. The crying was still there, though much less frequent. I could have entire days of peace. But I wanted more, no, I needed more. I heard more words, other voices, movement, laughter, and all these new sounds. I loved hearing these sounds.Sounds by ~threwthedoor
Then I heard mechanical sounds. Machines, cars, computers, toys, all of the hi-tech equipment your civilization had produced. I loved these most o
And What Of Them?Oft you hear tales of solitary youthsAnd What Of Them? by ~bon1a0
Cut loose and disparate from their fellows
Facing slings and arrows of their own peers
For matters unchangable by their hands;
A lot in life delivered unto them
By the Moirai, spinning a tragic fate
and a tragic end; the crone Atropos
severing their thread of life most cruelly.
Woe betide the man who in his heart finds
Eros resides where Phileo would be,
For the basest impulse which unites us
Instead sets him out; now a pariah
By a technicality of his birth.
And yet is it no more a tragedy
To suffer for one's form or complexion
Or for one's wisdom, mind or demeanor?
These tragic lots deliv