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Solidity, Language: an estimation

"If nothing is 'truly solid,' then what would it ever possibly mean for something to be truly solid? If solid isn’t what we think is solid, then what’s solid?" - Shaun Terry   The word “solid” as we understand it seems to be a mental construction made possible by language. I believe the table I’m …

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Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry

    In approaching identity, I like the visualization of "approaching" identity in a way similar to evaluating the 'limit' as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a "space-time" dependent reality, and where identity, as f(x), is a function of space-time. As observers, we are likely only able to estimate an expected identity …

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Infinity and Identity (First Draft)

Draft 2 here Let’s suppose that one means of approaching identity, considered here as an expression of place among existing possible places, is informed by a combination of elements: past and present experience, moment-to-moment decision-making, motives and deliberations, and the ways by which outcomes affect us, among other things. Perhaps this conception of identity can …

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Love for fellow humans need not be superseded by the illusory walls so often erected by political discourse.

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I am uncomfortable with most political discourse in this country, largely because it rests on a variety of insane assumptions. What, after all, is a nation state? It is a boundary superimposed over land. There is no “nation,” only an agreement between a large number of people to draw a boundaries “here” and “there.” Hence irrational political arguments.

Take the immigration debate, for example. I think we should welcome the stranger into our land. But if I argue that point in the public sphere, I have to change my language. I have to refer to people as “immigrants.” I have to reduce their humanity to a demeaning term even if I am supporting their right to a decent life. But there’s no such thing as an immigrant, just like there’s no such thing as a nation.

See, perceiving an “immigrant” is what happens when I accept the state’s way of…

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In Response to Population Control, Women’s roles, and Equitable Sustainability

Enhancing opportunities for women to thrive and have more control over their own reproductive health has been one approach to population control for which many have advocated. Is population control a problem? Should we be focusing more of our efforts on other ways of lowering human impact on the planet?  - ENVR 600: Environmental Health, The …

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Barefoot Suffocation

Bare feet pace rhythmically across the wet, glistening asphalt as rainwater is corralled into a tiny rippled stream. It pools by the blocked drain where an isolated silver maple tree lost its limb to the chaos of the winds. The waters are rising; to her, it's a drizzle. For years she's strained her dainty neck to keep her head …

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Escape by Transformation

There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it's like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If not for this, I could get lost in the transitive space between moments... Maybe my world is just a Rubix cube, twisting colorful facets about one …

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The Indigence of Inhibition

Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks, to take a panicking person and make her new, refurbished from the rubbish that'd convened in recess? 'Oft caught naked and rocking by the inward eye, arms wrapped tightly 'round …

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