February 16 [philosophy is like poetry]
February 16
I got woken up by a weird voice calling out 'Hey, listen!’ I jerked my head out of the pillow and got my legs under me, then almost fell over onto Aric. Beds aren't really made for standing on, and it wasn't helped by him rolling away from me. My wings weren't much use for balance, covered by the blankets as they were, and I began shaking the covers off my back even as I was still struggling to stay on my hooves. It was not a pleasant way to wake up, and it was all the more scary because I didn't know where the voice was coming from.
Aric rolled over and pawed at his bedside table until he found his telephone, and when he tapped the screen, the voice stopped. By that time, I'd managed to fully extricate myself from the covers, which had the side effect of removing them from Aric as well.
That in turn woke him all the way up, and just as I was settling back down, he picked up his telephone and looked at the screen.
'Hey, listen!' it shouted again, and he muttered something under his breath and then answered it.
He said something about a collect call, and then a moment later his face paled and he sat all the way upright in bed. His conversation was super-short, he only said one or two words at a time, things like 'how much?' and 'where?'
I wasn't sure what was going on. Peggy usually didn't speak in less than a full paragraph at a time when she was on the telephone, but a lot of stallions aren't as gossipy as mares, so maybe that was true here too.
When he was done with his odd conversation, he put the telephone down and reached beside the bed for his pants. Without turning around, he told me that he had to go, David (his roommate) had gotten arrested last night and he had to bail him out.
I wanted to know what he'd done to get arrested, and Aric said that he didn't know; David wouldn't say on the telephone, but that a week ago they'd—and then he stopped and told me that it wasn't important, the important thing was that he had to get David out of jail.
Then he pulled on his shirt and slipped his phone in his pocket and kissed me in the forehead and said that he was sorry.
Well, so was I, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just flopped back into the bed and pulled the covers over myself and thought that maybe if I had Victoria's Secret underwear like Peggy I'd be more attractive.
Maybe I was cursed.
I shifted over to the left, to lie on his warm spot on the bed and bury my snout in the pillow which smelled like him. Then I scooped up the pillow I'd just vacated and clenched it to my chest and dozed back off for a little bit.
I woke back up as the first light of dawn was painting the room, and there was no Aric. I could have waited a bit later, but there was no reason to stick around.
After a brief stop in my dorm room, I spent my frustrations in the air. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day, one of those days where you can really see the clouds at different altitudes: a high deck of cirrus clouds, with a lower scattering of cumulus. It fit my mood well; gray clouds as far as the eye could see.
I finished my exercise by stripping off a bit of a wandering cumulus cloud and carrying it back down with me. This time I'd only taken a little piece, and I'd been able to concentrate it into a size not much larger than a pony.
I dragged it into the dorm with me and Peggy poked at it in wonder while I stripped out of my flight outfit.
She wanted to know what I was going to do with it, and I told her that I was going to use it to get an ice-cold shower. Well, she wanted to see that, so she joined me in the shower cubicle and I set it just above and then once I was sure she was clear, I bucked it to knock the rain loose.
Peggy held out her arm like she couldn't really believe what she was seeing, and promptly yanked it back out of the flow, but then she bravely stuck her arm back in. She wanted to know how I did it, so I explained to her how clouds work and how our inherent magic lets us manipulate them and stand on them. If I'd brought a bigger cloud, I could have stood on it, but then it probably wouldn't have fit through the door.
After the cloud had spit out the last of its rain and evaporated, there was a thin skim of ice on the shower room floor—nothing much, just a little glaze—and my wings were crackling with it. The joke would have been on me if the hot water hadn't been working, but it was, and it melted the ice admirably.
Some splashing was unavoidable, and Peggy got wet, which I hadn't intended, but she said that she didn't mind. I think she could tell that I hadn't had a good night, but she didn't say anything or ask any questions, and sometimes that's best.
Then when I was done she looked down at her shirt and said it looked like she'd been in a wet T-shirt contest and laughed. She said that she hoped that she didn't run into any of the boys in the hall between the bathroom and our dorm room, and I offered to get her dry clothes, but she said it was okay, if I could go around flashing everyone, so could she.
We didn't have any more time to talk than that; I got dried off and preened while she got a set of fresh clothes and went off to take a shower (after telling me that I'd gotten half of it done for her).
Her good humor made me in a better mood, and it only improved when I got to poetry class. Conrad could put a smile on anypony's face.
He began by reading us a poem called You Want To Grow Old Like The Carters. I didn't know who they were, but the poem made them sound like very good people. One of the students asked if Conrad was making a political statement, and his eyes twinkled (just like the Carters!) and he said that if serving the poor instead of playing golf was a political statement, then he guessed he was.
And then the student bristled and he was about to say something else—and I bristled, because I could feel a bit of tension in the room, and then Conrad looked right at me and asked me if I would be so kind as to read When You See Water to the class. So I did.
I knew about rivers, and I knew that rain and clouds and streams and rivers and snow and fog and oceans and springs are all the same thing, even though they look different and serve different purposes and I thought of the little cloud I'd taken this morning down from its place in the sky and I'd made it pour itself into the drain but then it would go back to a river or a stream and then to the sea and the sun would warm it or a pegasus would lift it and soon enough it would be a cloud again, repeating the cycle over and over again. Sometimes the water even gets captured in an engine but it doesn't stay there for too long before it's free again.
Then he had another student read Turning Madness Into Flowers, which was about how when people die they become oil. That seemed like an odd thing to become, although I knew that some plants could be squished to get oil out of them. Sometimes there are metaphors which I don't quite understand.
He left us with a final poem, called She, and it made me think of Peggy, even though it was written for Gloria Steinem. I thought I ought to read it for Peggy and see what she thought.
I didn't have a whole lot of free time in the afternoon, since I was meeting with my philosophy teacher. I read the letter from my sister, who was doing well and thought that I was very brave for visiting such a crazy place as America. She had a lot of questions for me, mostly about flying (since I'd told her all about how I had to take a test and wear special clothes), and of course she wanted to know if I had found a humanfriend yet and if so what was it like.
I told her about how organized the sky was here, but not in the way she'd expect, and told her about Aric and the nice weaponsmith I'd met and my new glaive and moonstone necklace and caparison, and I also included Acceptance because I thought it was a very good poem and maybe I needed to be reminded to let whatever will be, be.
When I met with my philosophy professor, she explained to me how humanity had always been coming up with ideas about if there was a God or maybe several gods, and that as far as she understood it, the two major questions were always where did we come from and where did we go after we died. She said that different cultures approached those questions in different ways.
I said that Liz had told me I ought to read the Bible and that would tell me who God was and the professor sighed and said that that might not have been the best approach. I wasn't sure why she would say that; I thought Liz had given me pretty good advice, even if I was having trouble understanding everything in the Bible but I hadn't made it very far yet.
So the professor told me that faith and science were two different things, and that sometimes philosophy tried to be science even if maybe it wasn't, while faith was faith, and didn't need science to prove it. She also told me that it was important to be aware that all the philosophers only understood what was known at the time they lived, and their philosophy reflected it.
She said that she understood I would have problems comprehending it fully; she didn't think I knew enough about human history to fully grasp the cultures that had produced the men who wrote the philosophy, and it was important to be aware that there wasn't necessarily a 'right' answer. Philosophy was about the understanding of ourselves and our societies.
That sort of cleared things up for me. Philosophy was sort of like poetry, in that it was supposed to make ourselves look at things in new ways that we hadn't considered before.
She said that she'd never heard anyone make that comparison before. So I felt pretty proud of myself for that.
After dinner, I did my homework and then checked my Facebook and found out that I had a whole bunch of messages and people who wanted to be new friends because they'd seen my YouTube video and it was kind of overwhelming. By the time I was done talking to all of them it was getting pretty late at night and I was about to turn off my computer and go to sleep when I got inspired and took out the card that the weaponsmith had given me and sure enough I found him on Facebook (my computer is so clever) and asked him to be my friend.
I was kind of nodding off at the computer, so before I got a reply from him I told it to sleep, and then I went to bed myself.
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Uh-oh.
Poor Silver. The cloudshower was highly amusing though, you do paint some vivid pictures.
And her sister asks her if she's found a humanfriend yet? Heh. Consarn those innocent ponies.
feels like the and is unnecessary here.
Also, there are one or two sentences that feel like they go a little long, and I'm not sure if all of them were necessarily intended.
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Fixed!
I was really tired when I wrote it so the Kong runons are probably unintentional.
That's certainly one way for Aric to get himself to answer his phone promptly.
Silver's sister is probably going to get a very distorted image of the US. They've bureaucratized the sky, but at least the weaponsmiths are nice
I quite like the philosophy-poetry comparison. Denigrated by some, analyzed by others, and everyone tries their hand at it at some point.
Ah, Internet fame. I just hope Silver doesn't expect it to last very long. Of course, if her relationship with Aric makes any progress while she's still in the public eye... Well, it will certainly confront the viewing public with an uncomfortable but important question.
One of my roommates has the same ringtone... "Hey! Listen!" Stupid fairy...
"Yes, sis, I do have a humanfriend already. No crossbreeds yet, though. Humans are amazingly prudish so the invasion will have to wait. Just be patient."
EDIT: Did you just cameo yourself?
I love this because of how many different emotions go into it. Poor Silver Glow.
Don't worry, though. This is America. We'll have you spending money to fix your self-image before you know it.
Well, the talk with the professor went better than I thought it was going to go, although not as well as the talk with Liz in my opinion.
Why do I get the sneaking suspicion that Silver's going to find out the hard way why a lot of humans don't let themselves get intimate with people they barely know? What has Aric been up to? Perhaps something worse than drugs?
What's so objectionable about You Want to Grow Old Like the Carters? I went ahead and read the poem to find out, and it had nothing to do with what president Carter did during his presidency, only afterwards. I'm guessing that student was a different one than the one in philosophy class.
Now the way Aric acted about David is curious... What were they up to?
Drugs obvs but let's pretend we don't know
Perhaps I'm taking her statement a bit too literally, but there is a right answer, or else the questions aren't worth asking. It's just really, really, really, really, really hard to figure out the right answer, and you have to be comfortable with ambiguity. I just don't like it when people throw up their arms in impatience and yell: " There is no right answer! Everything is subjective and nothing matters!"
Not quite. The first problem here is that the professor is assuming that faith is something that only religion uses. The thing is, all ideas, theories, and philosophies use faith. Faith simply means that you believe something is true despite there being evidence to the contrary, as long as their is more evidence for the theory than against it, and that it is more likely than not that the theory/idea/philosophy/religion is true.
For instance, current evidence suggests that the T-Rex spent much of its lifespan in a cold, northern climate, which should have wiped out the species, and that land bridges have conveniently appeared and then, just as conveniently, disappeared to allow species to cross oceans. This evidence contradicts the theory of evolution, but I still think the theory of evolution is (mostly) correct despite these apparent contradictions. I have faith that there are good answers to these questions; I just don't know them yet. I believe the theory is still true because most of the evidence points to the theory being true.
To borrow from Psychologist Roy Baumeister, the questions are:
1)Identity: who are we?
2)Value: do I matter?
3)Purpose: why am I here?
4)Agency: can I make a real difference?
Sorry if I seem to be taking this too seriously, but I am very passionate about this stuff.
This is what I love with your new publishing schedule: I get to read these pearl just before I go to work. Starting the day with a smile is always good!
You know, it just occured to me... Assuming this story operates under 'like reality except where stated' rule... Then not only are the local furries going to be insufferable, but if Silver Glow is that famous, then she is probably going to have Fan Art.
Lots, and lots, of Fan Art.
Possibly to the great embarrassment - and then great annoyance of Silver.
"Oh for the love of... Cant any humans get basic anatomy right?! That is not what my junk looks like!"
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You're completely wrong.
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Oh dear.
Curiouser and Curiouser. Hopefully it isn't something too bad. I'd guess it has something to do with alcohol. That or women trouble.
Sorry Silver, you're cute. It's in your DNA. But, I am not certain if any amount of lingerie will make you 'sexy'.
7119264 actually I figured it wasn't that, jokes about getting ponies high aside
7119263
Oh yes!
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And the badass warrior version:
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Another cute chapter, as usual.:D
Blasphemy!
BurnStare disapprovingly at the unbeliever!7119264
Aric confirmed for running a pony trafficking ring.
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Not really. Faith normally refers to beliefs that have no evidence or proof to be based on. Conversely, things like sciences deal more in the realm of 'justified true belief'; a scientists believes something, and has justification for backing that belief up. Belief without evidence is faith, where as belief with evidence is knowledge, which is where the sciences operate.
It is a well known fact that the Earth has changed a great deal over it's whole existence, and nothing you've said here actually contradicts evolution. In the first example, It's true that T-rex ranged significantly towards the northern reaches of what is now North America, but North America at the time looked significantly different than it did back then. In particular, the whole continent was cut in half by a large inland sea at the time. Similarly, there's increasing evidence that many dinosaurs probably were covered in feathers of some sort or another--which we can infer is probably a trait T. rex also had. This, plus the fact that the over all mean temperatures of the oceans and landmasses was warmer than it was now, probably means the 'northern' parts of the landmass weren't nearly as cold as they are now, and that T. rex was better suited to survive there..
Land bridges, again, are not mysterious; we know that ice ages tie up a lot of the planet's water in ice, and in doing so the ocean's water levels dropped, turning shallow seas into land bridges that could be crossed. Which is why we find animals from one place in another place during and after the land bridges would have been exposed but not before.
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Same here! Most of my life I've dragged myself out of bed just in time to get ready for work. Now that I have something to look forward to in the mornings, I'm actually making time for breakfast before work. Then I get to participate in the comments all day. This story has appreciably improved my quality of life.
Aric needs to open up.
Has she read the letter from the other pony on earth yet or just the one from her sister? I really hope her fellow exchange student isn't going crazy with home sickness and desperately reaching out for another pony only to be ignored
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My first reaction was that I think you're reversing the association: saying that the land bridge appeared for the purpose of allowing the species to cross, rather than certain species simply took advantage of a convenient land bridge. There are quite a number of natural forces that can build and break down land bridges, and I question whether any of them coordinate with actual intent.
One thing about this fic I really like is the tangential learning required just to keep up with all the references.
Also, this universe is definitely not a Mary-Suniverse, where All Thing The Author Disagrees With Are Bad And Punished! There's nice people with flaws, mean people that don't mean to be, annoying gits, yet morons to some stupid should be painful, and we'll meaning people who still make a truism wreck just by being in the area. There's commonly accepted fallacies and ignored common sense, and not everything is so protagonist-centric that you can't imagine similar events happening e with, say, an Indian foreign national exchange student. (Or to properly match up the cloud manipulation scenes, maybe an elf or some alien from outer space)
This is one of those perfect "slice of life" fics that truly is just glimpses of everyday life, complete with good days and bad. Just with a pastel pony as a protagonist.
I really like this piece. For some reason, the long run-on thought while she's reading the poem just kind of feels poetic itself...
Ah I had a friend with the same tone for his text alert.
I really hope Aric isn't getting into some nasty shady stuff. I can see the issues of him having to take off on short notice and him hiding things from Silver would put a bit of a strain on their relationship.
I believe that if Aric cares about Silver enough (which he most certainly does), lingerie would not be necessary to win him over to her. I believe that Aric likes Silver more for who she is than what she looks like.
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I think part of the issue here is that the words belief/faith have two largely-contradictory senses, and in my experience religious and contra-religious people generally default to interpreting things with just one, even when it's completely opposite of what the speaker intended.
1: "Do you know how long it is 'til the bus gets here?" "I believe it'll be another five minutes or so, but I honestly don't know." (You can make similar phrases with faith, but for some reason I'm drawing a blank right now.)
2: "Are you sure we should trust her?" "I fully believe in/have complete faith in her."
Note that both senses are evidence-based [1*]: you use the first one when you have weak evidence to conjecture from, and you use the second when you have strong evidence of character. Religions such as Christianity, which teach of God as a person, naturally use the character-oriented second sense, whereas atheistic religions and sundry naturally go with the concept-oriented first sense.
So, in general using faith as 'justified true belief' [2*] like LittleKhan seems to be doing is incorrect - that doesn't align with the common use, and will almost always only serve to confuse matters. However, when specifically talking about a person it is correct (though I recommend avoiding it in religious contexts when possible, since the connotations of the first sense do tend to sneak in and derail things annoyingly often).
[*1] Yes, even in the context of religion. You might not agree that Religious Person X's evidence reflects reality, but that's a separate question: their thoughts are logically valid [1-1*], even if they're not true.
[*1-1] Insofar as your typical layperson is able to manage, of course. I really wish we put more effort into teaching logic early - in my experience, your average person tends to have issues with it, no matter what their religious position.
[*2] Note that 'justified true belief' isn't quite an adequate general definition of knowledge: there are instances where you can legitimately arrive at a true belief using incorrect or even ridiculous justifications. I usually go with 'correctly-justified true belief' to close that particular loophole. Of course, it doesn't generally make a lot of practical difference, since without omniscience there's always a risk that specific things you call knowledge may well not actually fit one or both definitions, but it is helpful for distinguishing apparent and actual knowledge in hindsight.
Oh Gloria Steinam is one crazy bitch. (That video is so full of feminist propaganda, it should trigger a lot of people's bullshit alarm just listening to it. Here's something of a counter point.)
Honestly, I'm surprised Silver Glow hasn't had any feminists or social justice warriors coming up to her to talk about "campus rape culture" or some other bullshit to try to fear monger and indoctrinate her into joining their cult.
It's not your fault, Silver. The problem is that you're a protagonist in a story and therefore must be made to suffer!
(By the way, to whoever authored the last two weeks of my life: Fuck you. Meta that.
)
7119263 Silver Glow might even have fan fiction.
bwwwuuummmmm
I do like the pegasus version of the cold shower.
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*shrugs* I was polite, and this is a public forum, so I don't feel I overstepped my bounds. I may not have had to, but I felt his vehement dislike of America as a place in which to set a story of this kind was misplaced, and attempted to correct him. If it didn't work, oh well, but I can hope it did.
I just want to say thank you for writing this story. I haven't read much poetry since highschool English, and I only recently started watching the Crash Course YouTube series on philosophy as my first real introduction to the subject. But I can recognise a few of the philosophers you've mentioned, and I've found myself googling some of the poems. A few I've read before, but I appreciate them so much more with my own experiences and the perspective of Silver Glow, and the ones I'm only now reading are beautiful.
The whole pony-on-earth thing isn't exactly uncommon, but your style, structure and material makes it a novelty and a pleasure to read.
Again, thank you for helping me appreciate the world that much more.
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No drugs? ...Hmm. My bet is that he got busted for reading out loud in the library, then.
I did try to think of a serious response for this one, but all I kept coming back to was: We can only move forward. I admit I enjoy thinking about all the possibilities that could be for a given situation, but there's no real leads to follow for "after we die." So, the possibilities are quite literally endless.
And that's about all the serious energy I have for one post. For more answers, you might find them by asking a man that goes by the name Cotton-Eye Joe.
While things are getting deep in this fic and everyone is quoting philosophers. I'm just sitting here wondering how silver glow would like the mad max movies. A over the top commentary on how humanity continuously destroys itself for the sake of power over one another. Also if she gets into gaming, the metal gear solid series is ripe with underlying themes on the human condition.
Also any one of these would introduce silver go the concept of firearms. Another pretty hot debating topic and it would be interesting to hear from the side of a pony.
I'm going to guess that Aric's roommate got busted for having improper relations with a horse.
No clue why down votes so hard.
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Well you did commit an ad hominem fallacy.
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I've lucked out and thus far haven't been woken up by a friend calling to tell me they're in jail. Sadly, the emphasis is on the 'woken up,' because I have gotten the 'come bail me out' call before.
It's the American way! (Oh if only that were true)
Depending on what kind of videos, perhaps several uncomfortable questions
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That was one of my friends' text message tone for a while.
If you mean the part where David called Aric to be bailed out, no; I never called anyone to post my bail.
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I wouldn't be so sure about that. Here's how I see conversations going:
"What do you mean you don't carry hoof polish? Why not?"
"My tail won't fit through these panties. Do you have any with a tail-hole in them?"
"The bottle says it's weatherproof, but it isn't."
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Nothing objectionable IMHO, but there's always that one guy that objects on general principles.
Also, Jimmy Carter is a badass.
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And sometimes the right answer changes with the times, as well, and who's asked the question, and there is no overall consensus.
Isn't there a branch of philosophy which says exactly that?
I think philosophy is one of those things where it's more about how you got to your answer than what your answer actually is. But that's just my opinion, and it certainly could be wrong.
My own personal definition is that faith can't be tested in the way something scientific can be. Perhaps I should have used a capital-f Faith instead. Yes, science has faith that the missing links in the evolution of humanity existed, even if we haven't found them yet. They could be wrong--one branch of proto-humans could have been completely wiped out and then aliens might have re-seeded the earth with GMO humans--but evidence strongly suggests that didn't happen. Whereas Faith in the sense of believing in God or gods or whatever can't really be proven or disproven, at least not in any way known to modern science. And there have been attempts to figure out things like how much the soul weighs, although that type of experiment was rife with problems.
Hmm, interesting. That makes sense.
I just learned stuff I didn't know before, and I bet a bunch of other readers did, too.
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This is what I love with your new publishing schedule: I get to read these pearl just before I go to work. Starting the day with a smile is always good!
(you won't be getting an early morning read tomorrow, though. I reserve the right to be lazy on weekends)
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No doubt. And not just fan art, but actual pictures, too. She'll be so confused with people wearing fursuits. Or else just think it's another fashion trend that makes no more or less sense than pajamas.
Now I'm just picturing her finding one of those pictures online and taking a picture of her own hindquarters and sending it to the artist so that he can get it right on the next one.
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No on both counts. Although both good guesses.
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Are you saying this isn't sexy?
(or this)
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There ought to be more.
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Thanks!
7119502
That's supposed to be a secret.
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About what? Just everything in general, or something specific?
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Just the one from her sister at this point.
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That's how you know you're reading a Biscuit fic
Seriously, though, I'm buckling down and getting back to stuff I haven't studied in years, like poetry.
One of the things I feel is my responsibility as an author is to present a factual account of what happened (even if it's made up), and let the reader decide the moral of it all.
Thank you!
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Sometimes our thoughts are poems. I think maybe because poems are often a little slice of life presented without context so that we can free-associate, and the really good poems that direct our thoughts in one direction do so with a very gentle hand.
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Me, too. Stupid Navi.
You're guessing closer to the mark than most other people have, but I will say that Aric (and David) aren't ones to cross over into the really nasty stuff.
Oh, yeah, totally. Plus, she would look kind of silly in lacy panties.
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Back when I was in college there, the SJWs were out actually doing social justice work or being on picket lines or whatever (one of my classes, the professor said before the midterm that anyone who got arrested in some protest or another was automatically excused), and the rest of the campus was largely creative types who didn't have any time for that sort of thing because do you know how long it takes to build a 50s style TV camera with a functioning monitor for our production of Six Characters in Search of an Author, or to sponge-paint the entire stage in 1-inch squares for Marat/Sade?
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Are we not all protagonists in our own stories?
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It's the best version.
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Thank you! I started off being a bit lazy and only choosing poems and poets I was fairly familiar with, but I quickly ran out of material and had to start finding new stuff, and it's been a good experience for me, too. I'd never read anything by Alice Walker, for example, and I certainly had been missing out.
You're quite welcome!
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Gotta watch out for the Library Police.
I suppose his answers are as good as any.
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Wouldn't that be an experience for her? I'm not sure she's ready for it.
I don't see that as being her kind of game, although I suppose she might be willing to give it a try. I think she'd prefer a game like the Sims or Minecraft.
For better or worse, that's coming up pretty soon.
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He hasn't had them yet!
3.5/10
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That's not how science works, and saying that science takes faith is actually sabotaging science while pretending to be its proponent. Science does not need friends with that POV, and faith has no place in science just as faith has no place in math.
If there is actual evidence disproving evolution, then evolution (in its current form) is disproven. Full stop. That's how it works.
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That word does not mean what you think it means:
Science is not a body of knowledge but a method of discovering what is true:
0. Observe
1. Make testable (disprovable) hypotheses.
2. Try to disprove our hypotheses and invite others to try to disprove them and reject hypotheses which fail and only provisionally accept hypotheses passing attempts to disprove them.
3. Go to line # 0.
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I realized that you made a claim about what science believes:
Tigers live from the tropics to the edge of the tundra. ¿Why would a little frost hurt a Tyrannosaur?
Tyrannosaurus rex lived at the end of the Cretaceous for about 10 million years. Let us look at North America about 70 million years ago:
To the east was Europe with a sea in the way. To the southeast was Africa, separated by water. To the south was South America, separated by water.
¿What about to the Northwest?:
The Bering Strait was dry land (Beringia). A seaway cut off Siberia, China, and Mongolia from the rest of Eurasia at the time. A seaway cut North America in 2, with the western part of North America called Laramidia.
In Mongolia, China, and Siberia at the same time was Tarbosaurus bataar. Tyrannosaurus rex and Tarbosaurus bataar are so similar that many Palæontologists consider them the same species (Tyrannosaurus rex). Some other Palæontologists compromise by putting them in the same genus (Tyrannosaurus), but separate species (Tyrannosaurus rex and Tyrannosaurus bataar).
* No contradiction exists with the Theory of Evolution.
* If evidence contradicts an hypothesis, we must abandon the hypothesis as a failed hypothesis.
Science has no room for faith (scientists do not take things on faith, but require evidence).
Tyrannosauridæ are a bit more hardy than you give them credit. The largest Tyrannosaurids, Spinosaurs (not close relatives), Megalosaus (also not close relatives), et cetera are about as large as a terrestrial predator can grow and still hunt They are top-predators. They are not shrieking violets
We have no evidence contradicting the Theory of Evolution.
Faith is more scientific then you think.
Seeing as we're being academic about the topic:
'Definition: “Faith is the assured expectation of things hoped for, the evident demonstration of realities though not beheld.” (Heb. 11:1) True faith is not credulity, that is, a readiness to believe something without sound evidence or just because a person wants it to be so. Genuine faith requires basic or fundamental knowledge, acquaintance with evidence, as well as heartfelt appreciation of what that evidence indicates...'
As an example; I have faith that the Sun rises tomorrow. I know the earth rotation causes the day night cycle, and the evidence shows that the Sun has risen everyday thus far with no indication of changing. So I can firmly expect tomorrow to have the same outcome.
Also philosophy is part of science because at its core, it's the basis of scientific method. The way you learn is by asking questions, and debate the conclusion you came to with you peers.
Example: What is this? What does it do? How does it do it? What impact does it have on its environment? Is there a better way? Is it necessary?
What questions are scientific? What ones are philosophical?