Once I get my scanner working again, I'll have to upload this project I did for art class over the summer. I drew a large, open cylinder with symmetrical shapes spilling out; the two exceptions were a tongue and a crucifix. The teacher, noting that I was a philosopher, was eager for an explanation. I told him that the cylinder was a garbage can; the symmetrical shapes were just ordinary waste. The tongue, however, signified the trasher's powers of speech, which had, obviously, been removed from him. Since he could not communicate- hold power over people- he lost faith, hence the discarded crucifix. I'm not sure if that makes any sense, but my message is that no matter what physical strength, what talent you have, without the ability to communicate it, all is lost. Writing is my medium of choice for expressing those things which are intrinsically encoded in my soul...below are links to some of my favourite authors; don't be afraid to let them move you.
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