Theory of Forms

Submitted by luke on Wed, 03/26/2008 - 02:53

(Please note that these are the just notes. I have decided not to try and reason out my notes into an actual essay. If you dont understand anything then I will be happy to discuss these ideas further. Happy reading! Ohh and don't worry, I am not mentioning God this time.)

Plato...
For those uneducated in the founding of western philosophy: Plato was the student of Socretes and the teacher of Aristotle. It's quite amazing to think that the three fathers of philosophy came from Athens, at about the same time and were all students of each other!

Apologies

Submitted by Megan on Mon, 03/24/2008 - 18:36

Some of you may have noticed that I have not been present on Apricotpie for some months now. This is because I have been extremely busy, and my spare time is extremely limited. I do apologize for this, but I do indeed have a life off of the Internet, and I intend to live it to it's fullest. I will, after today, do my best to post at least once every week, though I can not make any guarantees. My first post after this will most likely be 'Amenadey -Part Two-', and I will continue from there. Hopefully you haven't forgotten me!

-Megan

Those Three Words

Submitted by luke on Mon, 03/24/2008 - 05:43

Didn't know I could feel this way again. The day we met I told myself no, I wont let my heart fall for anyone again. I stuck to my word, one day, two days, three days... finally a week, then two. And yet somehow I knew inside, everyday that passed, every week I got to know you more and more, I was beginning to fall.

God

Submitted by luke on Mon, 03/24/2008 - 05:20

Socretes once asked "Are the gods good because they are gods? Or, are the gods good because they are good?"

If you then take that question and apply to any Omniscient, Omnipotent... "God", you get quite an interesting topic for discussion.

Is what god says good because he is god? or is what god says good because he is good? If you take the first question, if what god says is good because he is god, then he can therefore change his mind, he could turn around and say "thou shalt murder thy mother and thy father" but is that good? Well it must be if god says it is.

Truth... or something like it

Submitted by luke on Mon, 03/24/2008 - 05:05

It's interesting to think that truth is only really relative to the mind. What is true to one person is not necesarily the truth to another. For example, Two people may look at a tree, the tree is green to one and brown to the other. However each person believes that they are telling the truth and are convinced that the other is wrong. A third person may then say that both are infact telling the truth, the tree is both green and brown. And yet another person can come along and say all three are wrong, the tree is not green, brown or both colours.

Homesick, Lovesick

Submitted by Taylor on Sun, 03/23/2008 - 04:59
Will I forsake the lonesome path
I've beaten all these many years?
How can I? -- How can I not?
Will I lay eye again on what was dear to me?
recover what along the way was lost?
Dear God...

When this path turns to two
Which will I know to take? How will I know
the one that leads me home?
the one that leads me back to you?

There's just no telling. Roll the dice --
Pull a straw -- Close your eyes, take a spin,
and point. There's just no telling, is there?

My Two Hands-Sequel to A Grandmothers Hands

Submitted by Maddie J-3 on Sat, 03/22/2008 - 18:04

Looking down
At my hands
Wonder were
the time has gone

It seemed like yesterday
These two hands
Were small and helpless
A baby’s hands

I will never forget
When these two hands
Were learning to write
A little girl’s hands

I will always remember
When these two hands
Grasped hold of another
A wife’s hands

Memories that will endure
With these two hands
That held my children
A mothers hands

Love is always a promise...

Submitted by Aisling on Sat, 03/22/2008 - 15:10

When I was young, I had this ring. It was passed on to me as a birthday gift; it had been in the family for ages. It was about the greatest thing I owned.
One day, years later, I woke up to realize I had lost it. Really lost it.
I’m still not sure exactly when it happened; I accidentally misplaced it so many times. Sometimes I even forgot about it, somehow. But I had always remembered, and it had always turned up again.
Until now. It was really gone this time.

Drought

Submitted by Delaney on Sat, 03/22/2008 - 06:17
The dying daisy bows her head
And sends a prayer up to the sky.
The fading grass has done it's best
To face the thirst and just survive.

Oh rain, oh rain, where are you now?
Dear God, please do not let us die.
We dream of rivers raining down
Drowning out our thirsty cry.

How little shade there is today,
But Hope - it numbs our thirst for now.
Oh Miracle disguised as rain;
Dear God please send an ocean down.