You can know everything about a society by looking at how they treat their animals_Harmonic Divergen
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You can know everything about a society by looking at how they treat their animals
"I am a loner, Sally, a rebel. Therefore I have to, in the name of animal liberation, commit a terror attack against the local zoo." "Are you braindead? How is that a logical conclusion?" She wondered and kicked hard against my shin. "Sally, there is freedom, and there is true freedom. A lion, a king, his majesty, isn't born to be caged." "There are other ways to do it. How about a petition? Talking with the zoo director?" "There is a time for words, and there is a time for action. Freedom, the greatest of all things, must be obtained with any means necessary." "Since you came back from colleg...
Harmonic Divergence
Opposites attract, so I’ve heard. Some call it magnetism. But unlike the lowly lodestone, people eat, sleep, and have opinions. Though drawn irresistibly to each other, sometimes, one or two of a couple feels stuck. What quantum switch transforms attraction into repulsion?Bret and Erin met at the Harmonic Convergence in Sedona. En route to a favorite camp site, he meant to stop for gas and the crowd enveloped him. There was so much color and light and movement. He’d never seen anything like it. And Erin appeared amidst the kaleidoscopic moment, at the swirl’s peaceful center. Bret couldn’t und...
Techno Queen of Berlin
Oontz-oontz-oontz-oontz went the driving beat as Gilda hopped, writhed, wiggled, stomped—showering beads of sweat on the warehouse floor. Her short, curly hair was now a wet mop on her head, tendrils plastered to her forehead and dripping leave-in-conditioner into her eyes. If she were home in St. Paul right now, she would be rushing to the restroom to wipe down her face, reapply her lipstick, and straighten her pantyhose. But she wasn’t—she was in Berlin, a club-kid paradise where no one knew her, and where there were literally people boning on the dance floor to the techno beat. Not that she...
"My job interview went well..."
Even though the hall was decorated with expensive and exquisite taste, it was a cold shelter. I guess warmth comes with the atmosphere, not with the place; it’s like living in a mansion, but not a home.All job applicants were quiet and counting seconds while looking at either the detailed ceiling or their polished shoes. A job interview shouldn’t be like attending a funeral but an opportunity to meet people. I guess it’s like shopping at the local market, going to school, attending church, or walking your dog. Everyone was anxious but one, who was strangely happy and excited abouwww.onedoor.cct it.Waiting...