I started my college journey in Atlanta at Georgia Tech. It was a fine school filled with wonderful people. But something irked me about it: perhaps the career-focused mentality of my peers, perhaps the engineering-focused mentality of the faculty. But most of all I was irked by Georgia Tech’s lac[...]
Archive for October, 2008
Power
The bird with her wings clipped, forever imprisoned by an action from the past. She can count the ceiling boards, but never escape them, never fly free among them. A broken heart is not clipped wings. It heals itself, in time – though that time may seem an Eternity. While the ability to fly never [...]
Monday Blues for Habitual Sinners
I go out to the mail box barefoot, Glad to feel something solid beneath me. The sun is holding court in an iridescent blue sky— Even though it seemed earlier that the day would bring only rain. I am glad, but not happy. I almost cry writing this when I realize just how much is [...][...]
Age
`Youth’s a fleeting light, all too soon covered by the shadows of old age. Yet this does not need to be an inevitable fact – one can keep the light burning until death. This possibility, like all others, relies on choices and on the heart’s strength. Whether they find you shaking with fear on [...]
The Gate Deemed Unfit Venue for Student Art Display: Allegedly Pro-life Art Gets the Boot
Last year, a number of Brown’s eating establishments invited students to put their original art on the walls. Since then, the walls have slowly become smattered with the good, the bad, the ugly, and the sometimes funny art of Brown University students. On one of the walls at the Gate there is a co[...]
Truth
As thinking people, we ought to approach all things with questioning minds. The pursuit of truth is one of the most important responsibilities charged to those of us who are capable and interested in discovering what is true. While Christianity is a rich and rational belief rooted in nearly 2,000 ye[...]
The Squeeze
Some(-thing/-one) is winding me tightly around a steel pole, wringing my insides and all my desires out into a glass bowl. It’s crystal clear under the sun and in the bowl; that’s who I am inside; A man, defined by what he wants and what he wants to be. Lust. I only want to be [...][...]
Fear
Eyelashes whimper as she tears them from their roots. The agony soaking the room is obvious and nobody turns away from the blood. They all simply stare, immovable and stubbornly selfish. She sinks into the balmy earth, damp with bodily fluids, and disappears.[...]
Faith
Disclaimer: Of course, this is by no means a sufficient survey of a tradition that spans more than two thousand years; and I, being only a student, humbly present this blurb as an impressionist portrayal of the glimpses I have seen since my infancy. I suspect that something like this has already bee[...]
A Pilgrimage into the Real World
The sky was already pitch black when the driver told us to get off. “End of the line,” he said. “There’s not really much left past here, so we don’t continue.” My companion Gian Pablo and I plunged into the cold of a southern winter’s night. Our conversation turned from logistics to li[...]