The, Sharing The Secrets Of The Universe

I’m bound into a vicious cycle of obscurity so deep that the choice was luminous. I seem less than myself, but at the same time, I can feel relaxed- even self-righteous, believing that I, a mere mortal, am immanent within this existing plane… And, I ask, Why must we face reality and not become lost in the gray abyss of our mind when it returns to the dawn of darkness from whence it came? Truly, it is comforting there…

The heart is often misconceived as more than it could be, as the poet Rita Dove conveys this in the poem, Heart to Heart through the use of contrasting dictions regarding the meaning of the word 'heart'. The title expresses this idea as it compares the heart to itself but with its individual meanings which are unraveled throughout one in which society has shaped through time and the actual physical heart.

The pilgrimage is indeed an amazing phenomenon, which brings people together at a common goal, which is believed to be the essence or starting point of life and the ‘door’ to the afterlife. As we will discover, pilgrimages require great sacrifice, both financially and physically. Pilgrimages may give the impression of an act that is traditional and not ‘fit’ for our modern world. However, one who has not walked the pilgrimage may never see the insight that the pilgrims themselves see. One fact is certain and striking. The numbers of pilgrims at the world’s major shrines are still increasing.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

Our hearts are amazing like the hummingbird’s, and also fragile. Our hearts are always bruised and scarred, and we want to shut it down. We know we can’t, so we try to brick up our hearts so no more pain will come. “yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defence” (pg. 33 l. 110-111). The bricked-up heart will always crumble down will happy and sad memories like your mom’s hand brushing in your hair, your lost cat found in the woods, and other things too. “You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it goes in an instant” (pg. 33 l. 112-115). Our hearts are as fragile as the hummingbird’s, bit we know if we fix our hearts, it will be bruised

The heart holds so much:love, memories, emotions, etc. It is a beautiful object that cannot be taken for granted. Doyle states in the story, “So much held in a heart in a lifetime, So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment.” (Doyle). Here he is telling the reader that everything should count, every moment of life should count. The heart is one of the most beautiful things in the world, it is capable of so much emotion, and it is what keeps creatures living. It does not matter the speed which life is lived at as long as the moments in life should not be taken for granted, but are lived to their fullest to be remembered forever.

Celebrated on October 31st, the festival of Halloween (also known as Samhain) includes dressing in costume, trick or treating, and decorating. Tracing back in history Halloween is considered to be one of America’s oldest holidays, and is still celebrated today. Halloween is believed to come from Celtic rituals. Celtics believed the cosmological myth of Saman (Lord of the Dead). Saman would call on the souls of the people that passed away that year to take them to the afterlife or underworld; the Celtic underworld identifies with the Christian Hell. In order for the spirits to believe they were on their own, the living would wear costumes and mask their identities, along with fairies, witches and demons. This functions as a cosmological myth because it provides a creation story and framework in which this universe occupies and includes many other realms of existence. Another tradition that followed was to give food to the Saman, to persuade him to be more tolerant while he judged the dead ancestors of the living, which he would chose to take to the underworld. In this essay I will further investigate what the origins of Halloween consist of and how it offers reasoning for trick-or-treating. Also I will examine how trick-or-treating, which is still continued today, is connected to ancient Celtic festivals.

The last thing I saw before I was whisked away was my brother, a lonely soul with no one left to love him. I left on a Monday morning and by nightfall, I was in what seemed like another world,

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

Was this the exordium my lifeline has waited on, waiting and hoping for a reason to place the beat in my heart that would save the flat line from falling over the cliffs edge I seem to have been only barely maintaining balance on for years

The first thing I ever felt was intense wind and somehow I knew that when I opened my eyes alI I would see is blue. Light pale grey blue. Blue so light that the horizon can’t tell where the grey water ends and the sky begins. Blue that promises rain and storms and chaos. I was sitting on something. Something with scales and muscles pumping, up and down, up and down and I could only grin because I knew. When I finally opened my eyes and looked at the dragon on whose back I sat, all I could feel was peace. Peace in the air with the slate skies. The dragon pushed harder, flapping it’s wings faster. Up up up up. I thought the farther up we went, the less air there would be, but no. There was more. I felt it in my blood. It flowed in constant wind, sending us through the layers and layers of atmosphere.

As I put away the Lenovo keyboard and mouse, I felt a sudden and urgent sense of exhaustion. In a matter of seconds I fell back onto the couch and entered a trance of sleep. When I woke I realised that I had not really woken up; instead, I was merely lucid in my own dream. As I gazed around my setting I suddenly smelt a sharp fragrance of a barbados lily, it was a very sweet and honey like smell. I saw an endless amount of roystonea regia, which is a fancy word for those very common palm tree-like trees. They were so beautifully decorated in a green hue that was encompassed in a vibrant shine. I felt the what could only be sand underneath me, it was so hot, yet refreshing. I began to walk through the narrow course of trees until I saw an end to the path. Then I saw it, the ocean. It was like every movie I had ever seen. It was so clear due to the salt, and it glistened like a pasture covered

We stood on the beach watching the ship sail away from us, they refused to take us any further. So there we stood watching, waiting, and praying for the best. It was just us women and children, the men had gone ahead and scouted out the area. We could still just barely see the ship on the horizon, fading into the distance. None of us dared to more for fear of losing sight of it, so we stood there, and did not move until none of us could see it. Then we stood some more, and waited until the men came back saying it was all clear. We all turned around at the same time and didn’t dare look back, our new life had begun, and that meant we were on our own.

I slowly opened my eyes to see pale faces staring down at me, while my body ached with pain. The air had an undertone of bleach a suffocating smell, my head was spinning from the overwhelming brightness, with no idea where I was. I slowly lifted my hand above my face, as I saw the vault of heaven, the eye of God. I was staring into a new world where my past had been left behind and a new life had begun. Though something was holding me back like I was chained to my past with no way of escaping. One of those pale faces pushed my hand back down and I suddenly returned to the world I wanted to escape from.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past