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A hairless ape in a cold-death universe

A hairless ape in a cold-death universe A very short story about humanity's philosophical journey to the stars Preface: I had spent a full day-off studying up on the basics of quantum physics and its relationship to the theory of relativity, before realizing whatever space and time were, I needed food soon, and left my small college apartment. I went to the grocery store, with a story from the ideas I was working through, boiling in my mind. By the time I had walked with my c

Esse Maxim Praxis

Esse Maxim Praxis Samuel Bird One should typically wait until they have finished living out a portion of their life story before they process it and begin to make it into a narrative. I am not doing this. I am in the middle of a chapter, and being in the midst of it, these experiences, characters, and circumstances swirl around me in a seemingly untamable swarm of dead facts. I will one day make sense of it sufficient to exclude some facts and accentuate others. For now, I sh

The Kingdom of Maxima

The Kingdom of Maxima The fish eggs were never sparked with life. The bird egg was thin and unprotective. The deer’s womb was tainted, and the fawn, dead before birth. The children of men were neither born nor cared for. And when they were born, their hands hung down. Man, as the pinnacle of life fell for a lie that told him he was not life, and so he should kill. Man, as the meeting of the divine, fell for a lie that said there was no divine and killed his soul. In the stead

Violence

Violence, Vengeance, and Victory Samuel Bird There was no way he could see me. Careening down the road, above the speedlimit, he couldn’t be aware of everything. The thick honeysuckle bush was the only thing on that farm that seemed to grow. The thick and dark leaves kept my emaciated twelve year-old body hidden. The truck sped closer to me, filled to the brim with barley grain. I knew those trucks; they had terrible brakes. They couldn’t stop, certainly with how suddenly I w

The Valley, the Hollow, and the Mountain

The Valley, the Hollow, and the Mountain Samuel Bird An unknown distance from nowhere, I found myself in a land forgotten by man and remembered by God. Aside from the long dirt trail that I was traveling on, no marks by man were to be seen scarring the landscape. Another thought crashed through my skull, hitting my seemingness values and seeking reprieve. I didn’t know if I could care for such a concern, and was in fear that my effort would be found fruitless. In foolishness,

The Afterman

The Afterman Samuel Bird How would you write this chapter, considering you are concerned it is too late to say anything, and wondering if...

Sweettooth 248

Sweettooth 248 Samuel Bird The following is a vivid dream I had. I tried to be true to how I had the dream, without dulling it down.  Was...

The Great King

The Great King Samuel Bird In our attempt to understand existence and act in and as it, we break down what properly basic elements make...

Our Walk

Our Walk Samuel Bird I am ill. My body aches and doctors fail, but that is not the illness I refer to or the one that pains me most. My...

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