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STATUS: It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could. 8 yrs ago
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It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could.
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From the earliest days of man there has endured the conviction that there is an order of existence which is entirely strange to him. It does indeed seem that the strict order of the visible world is only a semblance, one providing certain gross materials which become the basis for subtle improvisations of invisible powers. Hence, it may appear to some that a leafless tree is not a tree but a signpost to another realm; that an old house is not a house but a thing possessing a will of its own; that the dead may throw off that heavy blanket of earth to walk in their sleep, and in ours. And these are merely a few of the infinite variations on the themes of the natural order as it is usually conceived.
But is there really a strange world? Of course. Are there, then, two worlds? Not at all. There is only our own world and it alone is alien to us, intrinsically so by virtue of its lack of mysteries. If only it actually were deranged by invisible powers, if only it were susceptible to real strangeness, perhaps it would seem more like a home to us, and less like an empty room filled with the echoes of this dreadful improvising. To think that we might have found comfort in a world suited to our nature, only to end up in one so resoundingly strange!
But is there really a strange world? Of course. Are there, then, two worlds? Not at all. There is only our own world and it alone is alien to us, intrinsically so by virtue of its lack of mysteries. If only it actually were deranged by invisible powers, if only it were susceptible to real strangeness, perhaps it would seem more like a home to us, and less like an empty room filled with the echoes of this dreadful improvising. To think that we might have found comfort in a world suited to our nature, only to end up in one so resoundingly strange!
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The Basics
Full Name:
Alison Frost
Nickname:
Alice
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Who I am...
"I am the daughter of a doctor and an angel, I am the only child of a broken home and a shattered family, I am the remnants of love and kindness. I dream too much and wish too hard, my life consists of loneliness as my father is away at the hospital and my mother has gone to heaven. I stand strong against the sadness that plagues my life, I am a soft soul with a caring touch and a stable grasp at the cruelty of time."
"I want to be a doctor, but not in the States, I want to be a doctor where people see the worst everyday, I want to be the one light they've ever seen, I want to live freely and save lives, I want to appease my father and make my mother proud, but more than this, I want to no longer be alone."
"I am an owl on the winds of hope, I sore freely through the night sky, my wings silent through the air, my large round eyes catching every thing. I soar into the stars to be with my mother, I fly as high as I can but soon cannot breathe and I have yet to near the atmosphere, I push harder and hold my breath, my wings working diligently, my lungs screaming in panic, I close my eyes as my wings begin to slow, deprived of oxygen. Reopening my eyes I see my mother, her soft blue eyes staring into my brilliant green ones, she smiles at me kindly and waves, my vision soon goes black as I realize I have yet to breathe. I fall back toward the ground, back to my distant father."
Granted, however there is nothing to do. Ever.
I wish for a latte.
I wish for a latte.
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