<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:58:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer of Starlight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-2958209767933602664</id><published>2010-02-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:38:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lately, a lot of different scientists have been researching what love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Scientifically love is the emotions that we feel as a result of certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;chemicals/hormones firing off in our brains and through out body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Historically, people who believe in God usually call it matrimony, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;two people are bonded for life because they have strong feelings for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;each other. But then again, people have been married before that don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;care about each other let alone know each other. Those types of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;marriages are usually arranged marriages...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So- what is love? Is it chemicals firing off in our brain? Is it something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;that's destined to be (like Romeo and Juliet)? Or is it what you feel for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In society, people are defined by their relationships- usually by how well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;those relationships are going, or how many different relationships that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;person is in. When you look at all the different types of relationships there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;can be in society- it really makes me wonder what love is. Love can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;friendship, or someone you meet on the street that you don't know (random &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;acts of kindness), or it could be family or a boyfriend or fiancee. Love can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;come in any shape or form, so its strange that something that can change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;shape so easily, defines our lives so strongly. But then again, it's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;strange that people are so defined by who they know or what they've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;done in their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what is love? Is the sexual relationship you have with somebody? Is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;it marriage? Is it friendship or family ties? Is it just randomly walking by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;somebody you don't know on the street? Honestly I think it could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;anyone of those things- but it could be more. I think love is something that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;isn't defined by time, why? Because time has no meaning when your in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;love. Yes it's true that when you're in love with someone (a boyfriend or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;girlfriend) it feels like an eternity when you're away from them, but for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;example, the reason why Romeo and Juliet are so famous now is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;because of their impossible love. They loved each other when it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;should've been impossible. One a Capulet and one a Montague- and yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;they were star crossed lovers. They were destined to be together. And so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;even now, they're story is still remembered- hundreds of years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People who define love as just being hormones or chemicals are wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;It's so much more than that. Because love defines who we are to such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;degree, it should have meaning if we fall in love or even who we are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;love with. It defines us through our relationships with our friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;In this way, love is powerful because it affects so many different aspects of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-2958209767933602664?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2958209767933602664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=2958209767933602664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2958209767933602664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2958209767933602664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2010/02/lately-lot-of-different-scientists-have.html' title='The Meaning of Love'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-4324700864272463248</id><published>2010-02-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:53:40.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; Random thoughts lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why would someone chase after someone else if they don't want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;chased, or they don't like the person chasing after them to begin with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;What's the point? Why keep chasing after someone if you're not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;wanted? Shouldn't you just give up and stop chasing that person if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;you're not wanted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's my senior year of high school and I'm still seeing things that make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;hard to believe in the people of this world. Yesterday, someone brought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;gun to school. Now, the gun wasn't loaded but I seriously wonder what this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;kid was thinking? Last year there were a ton a lock downs at the school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;because of things related to violence and then this kid brings a gun to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;school?!?! Even if the gun wasn't loaded, that's still something pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;serious to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I look at people around me, I wonder what causes them to act the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;way they do- what do they believe in that makes them act so passionately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Some believe in God, Abba, and many other types of gods. Some don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;believe there's a god at all... All I wonder though, besides the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;people believe in these things, is any of this true? Do any of these gods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;exist? Many people point to miracles to prove the existence of their god, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;but then again such acts can easily be faked now-a-days with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;technology we have. Personally I don't know what to believe. I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;there's a god somewhere out there, but can you be sure even of that? At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;one point, I was wondering what if all of these people, all over the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;believed in God, but they were wrong and he doesn't exist at all. What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;then? Then, all of those people would be wrong, and then all these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;people who have died for what they believed in (in the past) would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;died for nothing. They would have died for believing in something that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;doesn't even exist. Some would say, that what I'm saying right now is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;blasphemy, but honestly I don't know anything anymore. I love the songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;of the church, its music, and the youth group, but some people honestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;don't make any sense to me. I've just been thinking about this stuff for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;long time and haven't wanted to come to a conclusion that would cause me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;to hurt others that I care about. Honestly though, I'm not sure what to believe in anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-4324700864272463248?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4324700864272463248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=4324700864272463248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/4324700864272463248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/4324700864272463248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts-2.html' title='Beliefs'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-7074227077418560880</id><published>2010-02-02T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:51:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Previously, I used this blog for my world lit. class, now I think I'll use it to talk about stuff going on randomly in my life. I don't know when I'll write or why, but we'll see where I go with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now, I'm supposed to be doing homework for school. I'm supposed to be writing a narrative essay for AP language and then watch some show on food network and then write about it. I am supposed to be concentrating on what I have to do, not my friend on the other side of the world, who's in Thailand right now- having the experience of a lifetime!!! I wish I could join her right now, be by her side- experiencing what she's experiencing, and be with her so that she doesn't have to be alone. But then again, who knows? She could get stronger because of all of this, because of all that she's been through. And its only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lately it feels like there's been a lot of new beginnings. I'm a senior in high school and just this year I went to my first high school party (drinking and all), I'll probably also go to prom which is also a first, and then another first which is seeing my friend for the last time before she leaves for a four month trip. Another first has been taking the ACT (no big deal right?- WRONG!), applying to college and being accepted to my first choice college!!! That was a big deal to me especially since I wanted to go so badly despite the possible costs and how far away from home it would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mainly though, I wonder why my high school makes such a big deal out of everything. Why? It's not like it's a private school and although its a good school so far as public schools go, everything is still so serious. Year after year though it's only been getting worse. First, enforcing the dress code more; second, making it a worse offense if you're late a lot; thirdly, changing the schedule around a lot and making our school an IB school. THE WHOLE SCHOOL. Honestly, that doesn't make any sense to me. Why make the whole school an IB school? Yes I think that most of the kids could keep up with the curriculum, but in general it would be very difficult for everybody. I just hope the administrators know what they're getting themselves into. Another thing is that this year we also got a new gym- it's really great too, a seemingly labyrinth of rooms yet to be explored. And its only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-7074227077418560880?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7074227077418560880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=7074227077418560880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/7074227077418560880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/7074227077418560880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-277432359784480273</id><published>2008-10-23T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:44:55.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Post For The Iliad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are two passages I would like to comment/analyze for this post. I'll only type up one passage though, the other passage I'll mention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The son of Kronos took pity on them as he watched them mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and immediately spoke in winged words to Athene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'My child, have you utterly abandoned the man of your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is there no longer deep concern in your heart for Achilleus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now he has sat down before the steep horned ships and is mourning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;for his own beloved companion, while all the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;have gone to take their dinner, but he is fasting and unfed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Go then to him and distil nectar inside his chest, and delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ambrosia, so the weakness of hunger will not come upon him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Speaking so, he stirred Athene, who was eager before this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and she in the likeness of a wide-winged, thin-crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hawk plummeted from the sky through the bright air. Now the Achaians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;were arming at once along the encampment. She dropped the delicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ambrosia and the nectar inside the breast of Achilleus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;softly, so no sad weakness of hunger would come on his knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and she herself went back to the close house of her powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;father, while they were scattering out away from the fast ships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As when in their thickness the pride of the helms bright shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;were carried out from the ships, and shields massive in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the corselets strongly hollowed and the ash spears were worn forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The shining swept to the sky and all earth was laughing about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;under the glitter of bronze and beneath their feet stirred the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;of men, within whose midst brillant Achilleus helmed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A clash went from the grinding of his teeth, and his eyes glowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as if they were the stare of a fire, and the heart inside him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;was entered with sorrow beyond endurance. Raging at the Trojans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;he put on the gifts of the god, the Hephaistos wrought him with much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;         toil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;First he placed along his legs the fair greaves linked with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;silver fastenings to hold the greaves at the ankles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Afterward he girt on about his chest the corselet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and across his shoulders he slung the sword with the nails of silver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a bronze sword,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and caught up the great shield, huge and heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;next, and from it the light glimmered far, as from the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And as when from across water a light shines to mariners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;from a blazing fire, when the fire is burning high in the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;in desolate steading, as the mariners are carried unwilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;by storm winds over the fish-swarming sea, far away from their loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;          ones;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so the light from the fair elaborate shield of Achilleus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;shot into the high air. And lifting the helm he set it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;massive upon his head, and the helmet crested with horse-hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;shone light a star, the golden fringes were shaken about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;which Hephaistos had driven close along the horn of the helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And brilliant Achilleus tried himself in his armour, to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if it fitted close, and how his glorious limbs ran within it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the armour became as wings and upheld the shepherd of the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next he pulled out from its standing place the spear of his father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;huge, heavy, thick, which no one else of all the Achaians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;could handle, but Achilleus alone knew how to wield it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the Pelian as spear which Cheiron had brought to his father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;from high on Pelion, to be death for fighters in battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Automedon and Alkimos, in charge of the horses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yoked them, and put the fair breast straps about them, and forced the bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;            home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;between their jaws, and pulled the reins back against the compacted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;chariot seat, and one, Automedon, took up the shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;whip caught close in his hand and vaulted up to the chariot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;while behind him Achilleus helmed for battle took his stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;shining in all his armour like the sun when he crosses above us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and cried in a terrible voice on the horses of his father:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Xanthos, Balios, Bay and Dapple, famed sons of Podarge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;take care to bring in another way your charioteer back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to the company of the Danaans, when we give over fighting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;not leave him to lie fallen there, as you did to Patroklos.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;        Then from beneath the yoke the gleam-footed horse answered him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xanthos, and as he spoke bowed his head, so that all the mane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fell away from the pad and swept the ground by the cross-yoke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the goddess of the white arms, Hera, had put a voice in him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'We shall still keep you safe for this time, o hard Achilleus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And yet the day of your death is near, but it is not we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;who are to blame, but a great god and powerful Destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For it was not because we were slow, because we were careless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that the Trojans have taken the armour from the shoulders of Patroklos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but it was that high god, the child of lovely-haired Leto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;who killed him among the champions and gave the glory to Hector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But for us, we two could run the blast of the west wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;who they say is the lightest of all things; yet still for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is destiny to be killed in force by a god and a mortal.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;       When he had spoken so the Furies stopped the voice in him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but deeply disturbed, Achilleus of the swift feet answered him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Xanthos, why do you prophesy my death? This is not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I myself know well it is destined for me to die here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;far from my beloved father and mother. But for all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will not stop till the Trojans have had enough of my fighting.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He spoke, and shouting held on in the foremost his single-footed horses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In one sense, I think that this passage is a form of third person characterization, where someone else is describing Achilles and therefore his character becomes more defined. Both in this book and in Book 18 where Hephaistos is making Achilles' new armour- the descriptions are very real, very intense. The fact that Homer took so much time in describing Achilles' armour and his final moments before going into battle let the reader know that these are the defining moments, the important moments of Achilles. It's interesting to me that so many gods at once pity and try to help Achilles before he dies- why is he so important to all of them? Zeus tells Athene to give Achilles nectar and ambrosia; Hephaistos gives Achilles new armour, glorious armour; Thetis sees to it that Achilles gets his honor, armour, and support from her along with Zeus; and Hera makes Achilles' horses talk to Achilles! Out of all the things that could happen before a man goes into a battle- man is that something! Is it because in the end Achilles is a hero, just like Patroklos and Hector for that matter, in this story that the gods give him so much support and pity him so much as he gets ready to enter the battlefield? We'll see what this means for Achilleus in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-katthegreat08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-277432359784480273?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/277432359784480273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=277432359784480273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/277432359784480273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/277432359784480273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-post-for-iliad.html' title='Second Post For The Iliad'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-7707032437907494899</id><published>2008-10-16T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:02:40.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Iliad Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Passage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Now Dawn the yellow-robed scattered over all the earth. Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who joys in the thunder made an assembly of all the immortals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;upon the highest peak of rugged Olympose. There he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spoke to them himself, and the other divinities listened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Hear me, all you gods and all you goddesses: hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;while I speak forth what the heart within my breast urges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now let no female divinity, nor male god either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;presume to cut across the way of my word, but consent to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all of you, so that I can make an end in speed of these matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And any one I perceive against the gods' will attempting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to go among the Trojans and help them, or among the Danaans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he shall go whipped against his dignity back to Olympos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or I shall take him and dash him down to the murk of Tartaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;far below, where the uttermost depth of the pit liew under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;earth, where there are gates of iron and a brazen doorstone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as far beneath the house of Hades as from earth the sky lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then he will see how far I am strongest of all the immortals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Come, you gods, make this endeavour, that you all may learn this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let down out of the sky a cord of gold; lay hold of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all you who are gods and all who are goddesses, yet not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even so can you drag down Zeus from the sky to the ground, not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zeus the high lord of counsel, though you try until you grow weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yet whenever I might strongly be minded to pull you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could drag you up, earth and all and sea and all with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then fetch the golden rope about the horn of Olympos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and make it fast, so that all once more should dangle in mid air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So much stronger am I than the gods, and stonger than mortlas.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So he spoke, and all of them stayed stricken to silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stunned at his word, for indeed he had spoken to them very strongly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;analysis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think this passage is important because it helps with the characterization of Zeus. Up until this point (well at least in the books we've read so far) Zeus isn't mentioned that much. Yeah, we have the "mortals" in the books calling out to Zeus or whatever, but we don't really get to know Zeus very well. Here, Zeus is shown as a strong character with an even stonger personality, very much the father figure, the man of the house, whatever you want to call it- that's Zeus in this passage. Zeus is saying that he has the muscle power to back up what he's saying (quite literally) and he's ready to do whatever it takes to keep the unruly children (the other gods) in line. Personally, I thought this passage was very interesting. Someone once told me that in almost every play or story that had Zeus in it, Zeus was almost always portrayed as a weak god who can't make up his mind and always wants to get in the ladies' pants (well I guess togas in this case). So far this is the Zeus that I've read about and the Zeus I've experienced in the other stuff I've read. So it was interesting, refreshing if you will, to read about a Zeus that was completely different, who is actually being a stern father figure and a god that the mortals seem to pray to or look up to the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-katthegreat08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-7707032437907494899?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7707032437907494899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=7707032437907494899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/7707032437907494899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/7707032437907494899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-iliad-post.html' title='First Iliad Post'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-5491812712020247232</id><published>2008-09-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:43:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold and Oedipus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the movie "Stranger than fiction" the following questions are answered: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8- all of the above questions are answered in this movie. I choose to answer the following questions: #1, #2, #4, and #7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Question: "Does the world shape how we think or what shapes our lives?" The world shapes both how we think and also shapes our lives. Things that happen in the world shapes what and how we think which in turn shapes our actions which then affects what we end up doing in our lives. But then again this is believing that we have the freewill or the choice to decide what we want to do with our lives. If you take out the idea of freewill- then the whole equation changes. With that in mind- even though the world may shape how we think, it won't affect what we end up doing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: "Do we really know who we are and what our role is in the world?" Yes and no. The movie "Stranger than fiction" begins with Harold following the same pattern everyday and not really having any individuality and as a result not really knowing who he is. Towards the end of the movie, Harold started learning how to play the quitar and as a result he becomes more of an individual and therefore knows himself better. I think that once a person or a character knows themselves better then they know what their role is in the world better. Then again, the person could think that they are someone else entirely than who they really are and as a result things get really confusing. In that case, the person would have to find their true selves in order to know what their role (or goal) in life is. In other words- having your own goals sets who you will be in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Question: "Do the choices we make lead us to our fate even though we are the ones making the choices?" Yes the choices we make lead us to our fate because I think that any one person had multiple "paths" laid out before them based on the choices they could make in any one situation. So I guess, the answer is yes- that the choices we make lead us to our fate even if we're the ones making the choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: "Can we change our fate?" I think that yes we can change our fate. In the movie- "Stranger than fiction" Herald is able to change his fate because he finds the author and tells her not to kill him, but then after he finishes reading the book he tells her to keep that ending where he dies. In the end, him telling her to keep the ending where he dies, affects her in a such a way where she changes her mind and Herald doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-katthegreat08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-5491812712020247232?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5491812712020247232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=5491812712020247232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/5491812712020247232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/5491812712020247232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/harold-and-oedipus.html' title='Harold and Oedipus'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-6430051723944587258</id><published>2008-09-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:00:15.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3 possibilities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;complete freewill, destiny and determinism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Freewill and determinism seem the most plausible to me- maybe because I've seen these things in my life and have experienced them for myself. I've grown up as an only child and as a result I've always been pretty close to my parents. Well, growing up my mom and dad never got along that well, in fact about 3 yrs ago my parents divorced. For the longest time I was having the hardest time dealing with the divorce and only just recently have things started to patch up between my Dad and I. Anyways- at that time I was going with this guy in my neighborhood (around the time my parents got divorced). I had the freewill to choose to be with him, I was also determined for my relationship with this guy to not end up anything like my parents relationship had and this also included any future relationships with any other guys. Thinking about it now though, I think I was destined to be with him and be friends with this guy because he was and is the kind of person where just being around him can get your thoughts flowing to where it can affect you in a profound way if you let it. I'll admit it- he did affect me and I think it was a combination of freewill, destiny, and my own determination that led to it.&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I've been questioning whether there really is a "God" out there and whether or not there are other "higher beings". In a way there must be a god somewhere out there but I think that even if there is another "higher being" or god that they only affect our lives at a minimal. I think that our own free will and determination have more of an affect over our destiny that anything a god decides, along with our DNA. Our DNA has a huge affect on our daily lives but that doesn't mean that we'll let it keep us from going on. Like for example, my grandfather has 2 different eye diseases that are hereditary and that have made him almost completely blind but this hasn't kept him from living a somewhat "normal" life. Both of my grandparents have had cancer and many doctors have said that your chances are doubled for getting cancer if someone in your family has cancer or gets cancer- but knowing this fact won't keep me from living my life or keep me from doing what I want to do (ex: dying my hair weird colors, eating the foods that I want to eat, or lazing around in the sunshine).&lt;br /&gt;-katthegreat08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-6430051723944587258?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6430051723944587258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=6430051723944587258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/6430051723944587258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/6430051723944587258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-believe.html' title='What I believe'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-804963507243301637</id><published>2008-08-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:17:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Royal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The narrator's story is symbolic of black man's struggle in America and his own struggle to find dignity because he and many others are constantly battling other forces. These forces include whites, white society, racism, and a deep history in America of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; between blacks and whites.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, America has had a long history of slavery along with racism. Only in the last 50 years has it gotten better for blacks. One example of this in the story is that the narrator has to go through so much to get what he longs for, an education or a scholarship. He gets what he wants but not without paying a severe price for it- constant humiliation. The question then becomes, is him getting this scholarship really worth it? Think about it. Even after he goes to college and gets "a higher education" he will still be humiliated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intimidated&lt;/span&gt;, laughed at, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt;, and whites claiming he's being "smart with them" for talking a certain way and therefore risking his life just because he's black...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The title, "Battle Royal" reflects the meaning of the story by playing with the meaning of words. To get where the narrator wants to go, he has to "battle" all the way. And in using the word "royal" the reader assumes that the battle is important and of great significance, in other words- "the royal battle". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;katthegreat&lt;/span&gt;08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-804963507243301637?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/804963507243301637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=804963507243301637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/804963507243301637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/804963507243301637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/battle-royal.html' title='Battle Royal'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-8240201885084579070</id><published>2008-08-21T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:23:50.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    I think that the guy with the wings is indeed an angel- well originally... I think he was one of Lucifer's angels- and that's why in the end his wings became black or in other words scarecrow feathers. I guess I get that idea from a rumor where someone had thought that after God kicked a bunch of Lucifer's followers out of heaven (they were all angels of course) that their wings turned black because they had turned their backs on God. That might also explain why the "angel" didn't understand the priest when the priest was trying to talk to him in Latin, or why the "angel" was trying to hide his wings from his captors.&lt;br /&gt;    Then again- what if he really was an angel? Why else would the baby have been healed when they first captured the angel or all of those other "small miracles". Sunflowers sprouting of out the sores of leper, the blind man who didn't get his sight back but instead got 3 new teeth and paralytic who couldn't walk but instead almost won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;   That's still a thought though... A man w/ wings- not an angel, but a man. I guess something like the that guy who was the messenger for the Greek gods and had little wings on his feet- Hermes, that's his name. Something like Hermes but instead this guy had wings on his shoulders... Sorry I'm just chatting now. Or thinking- depending on him you want to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-katthegreat08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-8240201885084579070?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8240201885084579070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=8240201885084579070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/8240201885084579070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/8240201885084579070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-old-man-with-enormous-wings.html' title='A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-4757890519966580726</id><published>2008-08-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:37:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why is this a perfect ending to the short?&lt;br /&gt;    The ending to this story is where the husband is drawing a cathedral on a piece of paper with the blind man, Robert. Robert of course can't actually see the drawing but he puts his hand on top of the husband's hand as the husband draws the cathedral. What makes this ending so perfect is that the husband didn't like the blind man originally- it seemed like he couldn't stand him. But then the husband tries to explain to Robert what a cathedral looks like (of course after eating, getting several drinks, and smoking a some pot), but the husband couldn't do it. So Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suggests&lt;/span&gt; that the husband draw it for him and when they're done drawing it- Robert says, "I think that's it. I think you got it. Take a look. What do you think?" The husband doesn't answer- he just keeps his eyes closed and the blind man asks again, "Well? Are you looking?" The husband never actually opens his eyes to see what the picture looks like- I swear that he must have been experiencing or thinking it through what it would be like to be blind, and what the cathedral would seem like to a blind person. So the husband ends the story with, "It's really something." If the husband had been speaking I would think there would be a tint of awe in his voice as he spoke and that Robert would be wondering what was going on with the husband. So in actuality, the husband gets a tiny taste of what it must be like to be blind after drawing the cathedral for Robert- only a tiny, tiny taste though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-4757890519966580726?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4757890519966580726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=4757890519966580726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/4757890519966580726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/4757890519966580726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/cathedral.html' title='Cathedral'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-2384432586129460981</id><published>2008-08-17T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:00:42.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd draft of "I Believe..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I believe in friendship. I know this sounds really cheezy- but seriously. I believe in a friendship that changes with the times and changes as the people change. Like with my group of friends from STM whom I've been friends with some of them since 3rd grade and who I still keep up with despite the fact that we all go to different schools all over. For example- Alexz goes to Druid Hills, Josh and Chad to Pius, Michael to some school up north...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I believe that the people involved in the friendship should and do grow from the relationship in a positive way if that friendship is indeed positive. Like with my friendship with Julia. We've been friends since 6th grade and she supported me when I was dealing with my parents' divorce in 7th grade and I have supported her when she was dealing with family problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I believe that people change and so do friendships and there's nothing wrong with that. I also believe though that a true friendship is one in that the two people can remain friends despite changes in themselves and surrounding influences. Like with Julia and me, we have remained friends despite changes in schools, families, and the way we have both changed at least personality wise, as we've grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I also believe that it's okay to get hurt, to be hurt or hurt someone else in a friendship but not continuously. I've learned from my mistakes and if someone has hurt me, I tell them! I remember when I forgot that Julia and I were supposed to meet up at Sushi Avenue, of course she was mad and I was sorry, but I learned from the mistake that I had made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I believe that I choose friends carefully so that I can be surrounded by them for the rest of my life. I still know people in my church from kindergarten: Francis, Robby, David, Alex Woods, and several others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I also believe that I'm not friends with people that look like me; I'm also friends with people who are completely different from me and as a result things get interesting. Once on a snow day in my neighborhood, a bunch of the neighborhood kids got together and went to this huge area of woods behind my house and had a snow ball fight. That same day we sled down this huge hill that happened to have trees at the bottom of it and one of my friends  accidentally hit one of the trees! So spread out! &lt;br /&gt;I believe that my friends have supported me in all of my endeavors and dreams, have warned me against doing certain actions, and have always helped me become a better and stronger person because of the friendship. I also believe that I have tried my best to provide the same for my friends. This is what I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-katthegreat08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-2384432586129460981?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2384432586129460981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=2384432586129460981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2384432586129460981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2384432586129460981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-draft-of-i-believe.html' title='2nd draft of &quot;I Believe...&quot;'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-3881012628294257241</id><published>2008-08-15T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:55:21.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Draft of "This I Believe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mc Donald's. It's the crappiest place that I've ever worked, well actually the only place I've worked but that's besides the point. It's hard to work standing up all the time, always doing SOMETHING- whether it be stocking up front counter or drive through; mopping or sweeping behind front counter or out on the floor. It's always something... And besides that- the customers always complain- I mean ALWAYS. Whether it be that they have to pay for water now or something else like the "attitude" of a particular employee. Jeeze. The only thing though that's cool about Mc Donald's is the people that work there and the fact that employees get half off of everything they buy. That's fun- even though I really don't like that food there to much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-katthegreat08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-3881012628294257241?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3881012628294257241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=3881012628294257241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/3881012628294257241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/3881012628294257241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-draft-of-this-i-believe.html' title='1st Draft of &quot;This I Believe&quot;'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742197645534263492.post-2845178506507456731</id><published>2008-08-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:43:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The quote that's always stuck in my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I think I found the recipe of creativity. Put all you've got, then add some heart. They fence us in to break us down. But still they can't shut us down. The walls are thin. But still we're strong. We're broken but we beat as one... What I'm saying happens everywhere... Don't care. Oh, but I wanna be where it's happening, where it's happening. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect. Upon the ocean, I'll be the moon that turns the tide. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple. A domino effect, falling through the sands of time. Think I'll change the temperature. 'Til its the right weather. Here in the core, its getting warm. Too many channels, nothing on. To turn it off, it just takes one... So if you're standing on the side just watching get up and get over here. Oh, cause you gotta be where its happening, where its happening... Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect. Upon the ocean I'll be the moon that turns the tide. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple. A domino effect falling through the sands of time... And wish, the world was a better place. Cause when your up they try to take you down. Mess your day and turn your smile into a frown... Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect. Upon the ocean I'll be the moon that turns the tide. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple. A domino effect. Affectin' the world. Falling through the sands of time. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect. Upon the ocean I'll be the moon that turns the tide. Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple, a domino effect falling through the sands of time." -Song by Natasha Bedingfield and Bizzare from D12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742197645534263492-2845178506507456731?l=dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2845178506507456731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=742197645534263492&amp;postID=2845178506507456731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2845178506507456731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742197645534263492/posts/default/2845178506507456731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerofstarlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-thats-always-stuck-in-my-head.html' title='The quote that&apos;s always stuck in my head...'/><author><name>Kasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133661521289766554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tw75uqoobAM/S2okzYuO6RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PAUqGuod6nY/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
