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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:02 am
I will place all things I have written here as personal writings and originality.
There is no set form for what I will post, so I'll simply do my best to keep it some what organized as possible. >>;
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:07 am
This is a teaser I was required to write for a short (condensed version of something I was in the process of already writing) story before graduating English this year. ((Yay for being out of high school >>; ))
XXThere is no telling how long a notion to join other realms lay dormant within humanity's subconscious. Perhaps since the dawn of cognizant time everyone harbored some sense or inkling, no matter how minuscule, that there was always something beyond concrete sensation. Emotions can not be configured into tactile ways, yet over the centuries mankind tacked colors, shapes, and symbols unto such notions. Why? Why define something so ambiguous through means which change as frequently as a society in tides of war? Emotions do not change. They do not waver nor go by anything more than that which creates and instills them into existence. Emotions do not harbor fleeting physical embodiment. They do not die nor wither nor vary for all of man perceives them.
XXDoes not a child cry in the dark? Does not a woman worry when her baby is missing? Does one not feel pain when cut? No, these are all constant. Consistent, that is which emotion is and in the same essence it is something beyond comprehension. Many attempts to define emotion and break the over all 'entity' into secular portions have been meager attempts at comprehending a creation beyond one's own reach. Despite its peculiarities, mankind has managed to become nearly as diverse in its orientations and expressions as what it feels. Surpassing the close-minded singular conscious and delving into a collective pool of thought, there perhaps is where the reason we must 'know' and 'understand' rather than 'feel' may lie. With it so does the purpose of questioning in a twin grave.
XXNo longer do those whom are of esteem seek to know why we question, but merely question without recognizing their greatest flaw. Curiosity is not a reason. It is an emotion. A sensation. A feeling. It is something which drives and controls every being alive, and everything we believe to be life. What if our emotions were not our own? What if our being was something we never controlled to begin with but view instead, like a twisted form of a movie? Would not, in such hypothetical propositioning, it be possible to have another realm? One where emotions are the embodied force and our being the driving of it? Could not, it then, be possible there are other planes and destinations beyond such a narrow field of vision? Constricted in his own apprehensions, one man sets out to find the answers to these questions and perhaps much more than his contract bargained for.
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