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Haycart, born of a prestigious Canterlot family, is on his way to Hoofington when he sails into the small town of Simonville, on the coast of Equestria. He's studied a lot, but one pony there thinks that perhaps in all of his focus that he has forgotten how to live.
Written by request/for a friend. Did what I could, Sepia!
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I watched you write some of this didn’t i?
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yes you did
I visited Whitman's house last summer!
The title goes nicely, too.
Thank you, this is lovely. Dear seems like a sweetheart as you portrayed her; an elemental force, embodied (I really thought of Pinkie Pie, with less sugar).
I don't know much of either Descartes or Whitman, but placing these two philosophies against each other (or at least in contrast to one another) seems very natural.
I wonder is there any 'way' to 'live' which has an inherent positive or negative aspect if all things are indeed considered equal.
A tree stands in one place for millennia. Is it any more meaningful or meaningless if we do the same?
Purpose either exists or it doesn't. Find the absolute reality, and only then will you know if meaning is possible, or just a comforting lie we tell ourselves in the wastes of entropy.
I read this last night, but I still can't get over how the dissonance between Haycart and Dear Electric in terms of their outlooks on life makes for such an alluring back and forth, not to mention his puzzlement in trying to understand her.
Fascinating. Dear Electric's dialectic makes for some most enjoyable brain tingles, especially as Haycart tries to grapple with it. Thank you for this.
Great story about the difference between analysis and understanding. It seems unfinished, but maybe that's because Haycart never gets the idea completely. And possibly, considering who he is based upon, never will.