The Importance Of Powerful Life

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard.

I tried to watch them, drive, and not have an accident at the same time. We pulled into the terminal parking lot with them still going at it. Tracy’s hand was inside Karen’s blouse, the car windows were fogging up and both of them had their blouses partially unbuttoned. They were oblivious to the fact that I had stopped and they were back at the ferry parking lot.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

Fear climbed up my spine as I watched his irate eyes glare back at me through the middle mirror from the driver’s seat. He drove roughly swaying from side to side on a road whose speed limit was 50 mph. It was only a matter of time until he whipped his steering wheel abruptly to the right, into a primarily empty ditch, with the exception of a few parked vehicles.

Being an apprehensive new driver, I’d ended up getting most of my rides either to or from Bellevue College from my father. This meant I would often tag along with him to work in order to catch a ride home and, so often so that I’d end up his undesignated personal assistant. This is where I had gotten my first taste of the world of

“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.

That was until I found a small scrap of paper which turned out to all that we needed. Long story short, it came out of the thief’s bag when he was hurrying away with the necklace. Fortunately, it had his fingerprint, which led us right to him. The police detained him for us, and we interrogated him. I kept on trying to get information from him, but James was acting strange around him, and wouldn’t help. Suddenly, it clicked. James knew about this suspiciously quickly. This guy couldn’t have done this by himself, and James would’ve been able to figure it out. Then, James wouldn’t help with anything, and now the suspect was acting like he knew him. I hated to say it, but it really started to look like Warren was the mastermind behind this. I asked James to leave so I could try something else. I then started interrogating him about James, and eventually I found out that James had threatened him to do it. He didn’t even have the necklace. James did! I left the room to go and talk to James, but he had figured what I knew. Or least so he thought.

The sun seemed to melt everything in its sight and the day took more time than usual with nothing to offer but wavy lines of traffic and a headache. Relieved to go home after an exhausting day of school, the sizzling seatbelt buckle against my skin reminded me of the hundred and seventeen degrees. A feeling of irritation and clumsy aggravation associated with the heat persuaded me to hate the world outside of my car. To me driving in the heat is similar to sitting in a boiling sauna fully suited in a Sunday church outfit. It was an uncomfortable and infuriating feeling. Both hands directly on the steering wheel, I drove and about fifteen minutes before home BAM! This passive and sluggish second was impacting enough to shift lives around. This was also a second that would both physically and emotionally disperse me, dismantle my car, as well as frighten me to this day of driving.

“Drive faster!” I screamed at my dad, shifting in the hot leather seat of our car. Outside the window, life went on as usual, pedestrians walking happy dogs with floppy ears and drooling mouths, unaware of the little waning life I was holding in my hands.

The air in the truck was hot and dry and Amile and I were shoulder to shoulder, shoved together like two cigarettes in a pack. I kept my eyes on Amile and he kept his on the setting sun, as a result, they danced and flickered warm hues. The pain in my leg was a pulsing throb like a constant deep sigh and the car seats smelled like artificial pine and dirt after a storm. I turned on the radio to break the paranoid silence. The song was loud and the tempo was fast and only served to further sharpen the edge in my chest.

The ancient Egyptians were the first culture discovered to strongly value the relationship of an afterlife with regards to moral and evil actions. In contrary belief to being obsessed with death, the Egyptians held onto the outlook of living a just life. Being given the opportunity to live fruitfully in the post-mortem world, was an optimistic ideal in turn for people to appreciate life on Earth. Taking care of the land and crops in hopes for revival in the afterlife – which involves mummification – as opposed to the negative philosophies of other cultures (Casey 2013: 1). The evolution of belief in Osiris as judge of the dead, spanned thousands of years, from shortly before the Early Dynastic Period to the Ptolemaic Dynasty and is written about in Pyramid texts to the Book of the Dead. These sources reinforce the distress that comes with post-mortem judgement and presents the possibility of resurrection for all, not just solely to the King and his close circle, as otherwise believed (Budge 1973: 148). Egyptians aspired to interact with Osiris in the hereafter and did so by practicing rituals as well as living a vindicated life for hopes of living a righteous existence in the netherworld.

When two men came out of the car, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Why were two men like this driving a car like that. After all, they were wearing flannels and leather. But then again, who was she to judge. She was driving a red 1967 Camaro with a black stripe going down the middle. Of course she had gotten it from her mom.

On a chilly October evening around 8 o’clock a sole road leads me from Bowlus to Royalton. My eyes burn from the wind blowing into them all evening, my body aches from sitting in a single spot for hours, unable to make a move, not seeing a thing. As dusk sets, the chilled air pricks my pale skin with an abundance of goosebumps. The heat blasts through the vents to prevent the windows from frosting over and brings warmth to my skin. The car has no insurance yet, so my parents were hesitant to let me drive it. After pleading to them that I was responsible and old enough, the moment finally came. They said multiple times that I needed to be extra careful, but eventually they handed me the keys. The radio echoes the lyrics May We All through the car while I hum along. The rumbling of my stomach silences the thumping of the bass, since the last time I ate had been around lunch. The sky was somber and the moon was hidden behind the jet-black clouds. The headlights of the car reflects off the tar like a spotlight lighting up an empty stage. Warm air glides across my relaxed hand on the steering wheel. Corn and bean fields, soon to be harvested, surround the road that takes me home. It's a serene night. I am about five minutes away from home and just about to go around one of the only curves that I drive on every day, so I slow my normal 65 to about a 60, and prepare for the turn.

Astrobiology is the investigation of the origins, distribution and future of life in the Universe. A key aspect of astrobiology is to search for and characterize the full diversity of habitable environments, both on early Earth and on other planets. Volcanic activity and its interactions with water are key aspects of ancient habitable environments on Earth. Evidence of such interactions has been discovered on Mars and these interactions probably also occurred on other Earth-like planets in the universe. Lassen Volcanic National Park provides field sites were volcanic processes interact with water and also host microbial life. The Lassen Astrobiology Intern program explores how volcanism, water, and life interact to sustain microbial ecosystems. These ecosystems provide important examples of the kinds of evidence that astrobiologists seek on Mars as well as on other potentially habitable planets.

Earth is living and breathing planet, it takes a lot of energy to keep the Earth health, to keep all its inhabitants functioning. Earth is a special planet because it is the only know planet that can allow life to thrive. Earth receive a tremendous amount of energy from the Sun, solar energy is necessary for life on Earth.