thought

Is death really a journey into the unknown? Or do we know the path, and simply don't want to admit it to ourselves?

God is not dead. God, being a product of men’s minds, is only dead when we no longer believe in him. When every person who believes that God is alive is dead or converted to Godless ways, God will be dead.
At best, God is sick. Or, I think more appropriately, he is the ailment that is gradually being cured. If we think of humanity as a single organism, and each person as one of the millions or billions of cells that comprise that organism, then we can see God as something like a virus. I’m not a virologist, so my charictature of this religious illness may not be completely accurate. God as a virus has infected many, many of the cells in body. The effects that this virus has on the cells vary greatly from cell-to-cell, but it is generally a malignant force. But there is a cure. A small select group of the cells, we can call them thinking cells, are producing an antibody called “reason” that is very, very gradually killing the virus, cell by cell.

Many miles of road ahead,
and many more behind,
lost in thought, my thinking train,
and I just float on in the wind.

Many miles of track have tread,
my thinking train will roar,
down and through, with nothing to care,
no, just the free free air.
And maybe, now, you'll find me there.

Billow smoke, the engine room,
where thoughts are burned to wood,
and fed into the furnace,
where I judge and measure out,
and still, I sit and think
the while my though train moves about.

Off white and yellow.
I don’t think that’s a good sign.
The lights need cleaning.

I want the courage
To talk to any guy here
Like the other girls.

Why is there homework?
I do way more work at home.
Isn’t that home schooled?

What is he doing?
He is home schooled like Mango…
That must be awesome.

Young Writers Project.
Can’t wait until after school.

Aloha! Here I am again, your reporter of random reports! The topic of my article you ask? Well, here it is: Why are all of the books they make you read in school depressing?
In class, we just finished reading a book. I had some hope that this book would have a happy ending, but it didn’t. It was utterly depressing because my favorite character died. I started to think.

Bonjour. It is I, the Author. I am here today to ask a random, but meaningful question: If we aren’t supposed to judge a book by its cover, then why do all of the covers have a different design on them?