Golden Time Research Paper

Journeying through the mountainous desert towards this remote, yet beautiful park, I was shocked by the extent of the untamed land. I searched my mind, tempted to recall a time. I gazed upon an expanse of earth so untouched by human hands. Before me, the earth and sky unfolded, stretching for miles with little interruption. The closer we journeyed to the park, the more I began to feel isolated from the rest of the developed world. Overcome with feelings of excitement and curiosity, I felt

There is a place where not far from my hometown, which, since my childhood, still holds the secrets to life. It was a place where we were free. Free to do whatever we wanted to do, say whatever we wanted to say, it was our place, our river. It was a simple place, no paved or asphalt roads for the commotion of busy traffic, no tall buildings to block out the sunlight, no sense of time to feel rushed or anxious, no effects from the outside world. It was a beach on the coast of Lake Sakakawea called “Little Egypt.”

When the Mirage People had finished their walk the upper buckskin was lifted; the ears of corn had disappeared, a man and a woman lay there in their stead. The gods laid one buckskin on the ground with the head to the west: on this they placed the two ears of corn, with their tips to the east, and over the corn they spread the other buckskin with its head to the east; under the white ear they put the feather of a white eagle, under the yellow ear the feather of a yellow eagle. Then they

If you ever get a chance to visit Chaco Canyon National Monument in New Mexico, you should take the time to just stand in the desert and listen. The silence in this place is physical; you can feel it surround you. This is a silence with depth and layers that are unbroken even by the wind, which moves through emptiness and speaks only in occasional sighs through the canyons. The air itself is very clear—the lack of humidity gives the cliffs and buttes sharp lines, and the colors of the earth, though muted, stand in stark relief to the blueness of the sky. Night comes gradually to this place. The height and dryness of the air allows the stars to appear before the sun has set—creating an odd

The events that took place during G.O. weekend were fun, informative, and beneficial. The events that were most impactful for me were the faculty and department meetings and the informational skits. The faculty and departmental meetings stood out to me because it was very exciting to meet the faces of your major’s department before the first day of classes. The informational skits were impactful because it displayed real, scary issues that take place frequently on college campuses across the nation and provided ways to handle these situations.

In the 19th Century, The Jews Muslims and Christians living in Spain experienced a golden age. The golden age was a time of great peace and prosperity among the nations due to the Muslim’s acceptance, accommodation and peaceful relations with the Jews and Christians. This golden age began when the Muslims began conquering the Iberian Peninsula in 711. When Islam was first founded, it was only practiced within the borders of Arabia(modern day Saudi Arabia). However, the Muslims began converting large numbers of indigenous tribes, who resided across North Africa as well as in Asia, and in this way, Islam started to spread.

(SIP-A) Najmah’s childhood is symbolized through the stars. Najmah’s father used to tell her stories and “showed us the shapes of animals and warriors and mythical beasts among the stars” (Staples 11). When looking up at the stars, Najmah looks for clusters that corresponded with the stories she was told. Whenever she saw the stars, occasionally she would think of these stories. The readers can see that these childhood stories are deeply connected to Najmah’s everyday life.

I’m tired and sweaty, in a moments time I could fall asleep. My daughter fell asleep a while ago, i’m hoping she will sleep till the night so she misses the afternoon sun. The Desert stretches for miles upon miles I trust our leader, but only because I know him. He studied and studied for many years and was a friend of my husbands, he’s been there for us and now I will support him in the roughest times of this travel. I have traded forty eight pieces of paper to a man coming from Palmyra. It was actually a great trading piece.

We witness a ritualistic unity at work as the women move through a desert of obvious symbolic isolation whereby they are enabled to break free from the constraints imposed on them by men. It matters little that the actions the segregated men and women performed in Neshat’s films are ambiguous and prone to portentous signification and spectacle, or appear poetically obscure, even absurd (men marching herd-like through a desert; women forming a huddle on their knees to dig a hole in the desert with their bare hands as they become encircled by fire). The message that is central is the determination and solidarity forged in homosocialization, in the desire (whether asexual or sexual) to enjoy the companionship and collective productivity of one’s own

The Silver Age is also recognized to be the superhero era of science. Science would explain any dilemma in the story line and would also be the answer to how to fix it. Many superhero origins were also based on the idea of science such as the X-Men, Spiderman, and the Fantastic Four gained their superhuman abilities by genetic mutation. Science topics and factoids also appeared in comics during the Silver Age through comic issues of The Flash. Each issue contained multiple panels explaining scientific topics that related to the plot line. An example of this would be from The Flash Issue #140, in which one of Flash’s nemeses Heat Wave used a gun-like weapon to transform heat waves into physical bullets. Throughout The Flash Issue #140, factoids about heat waves were laced within the story line, creating an educational standpoint within comic books.

I wear a watch a watch to judge the speed in which I travel through time. Relentlessly a strong wind from the northwest leaves me in a perpetual lean. My right boot cavalierly dangles far from any stopping power. The other tucked firmly against the tank to insure correct counterbalance. Seventy miles an hour plus headwind is best nasal spray money can’t buy. Inducing a well-deserved drip into back of my throat that numbs my esophagus and makes it difficult to swallow. A green desert scarf is not enough to keep sandy air from between my teeth but I enjoy the texture. Grinding away at what enamel I have left I look far into the horizon. I can see the historic highway melting into a woven tapestry sown by the laws of false optics. Distance, rate, and time are irrelevant. There is no past nor future. There is only the present. From run down gas station to reservation teepee I travel by the hundred miles. I never stay long. Just enough to top off; look at the atlas and take a bump. The sun by late afternoon is far over my head and I race my own shadow. Mountain ranges peek from the dense desert air and navigate new bearing. Every mile closer to nothing and farther away from everything I thought I held dear. Leaving the desolate land before time I incline slightly. Winding in and around edges of deadly drop-offs the sun hides itself behind creases of the earth. Soon it is dark and steep. Like a ramp built for the Gods

Looking back at the way he had come, he saw only barren desert, with a few rocks here and there. The same was ahead of him: miles and miles of sand. This did not scare the man, and that was the problem with him. He was without imagination. He knew of the facts, but not their meanings.

I’ve lived a life before this one, most people don’t remember their previous life, but for some unknown reason, I do. I don’t understand why or how, but all I know is that the exact same thing happened in my life before. Until something fabricated differently on this particular day. I knew I was put on an end of all my misery… My last recognition of my recent past; felt like my arms, hands, feet, and legs were about to drop off, the coldness in my limbs were colder than I’ve ever felt before, my skin tone began to change, my skin paler than the yonder of the waning moon.

I opened my door with a wave of my hand and walked out to the Desert Temple. The red sandstone statue surrounded the crystal warp pad and the door to our rooms. A pair of stone hands created a roof, protecting the warp pad from weather. Sand was piled up in the corners of the room The sun beat down on my grey-green hair tied up in a triangular bun. My thigh-high boots were covered in sand from last night's monster hunt.

The hot, arid air burned into my soul as I faced the barren desert surrounding me. My family and I were on a long-awaited vacation to the Grand Canyon, yet we had to drive over 15 hours - I radiated impatience throughout the journey. Walls of heat shrouded me as I gasped for air - my efforts were fruitless, however, swallowing nothing but fire. As the fire in my lungs grew, I looked out the window and into the looming suns heart. Suddenly, my eyes collapsed and tears engulfed them till they took their true form; a forest blanketed with soft, gleaming snow. However, I was evoked from my reverie by a vehement cry and I was staring into the eyes of tattered vultures, of every discrepancy, who recited a prophecy only I could hear.