Assembly, in the halls of white marbleA new ritual, or at least forgotten.A shining metal bowl, shallow, rounded bottomThe water is still..Even as you cut my forbidden hair, you marvel at its lustreEven as you slice away the clothes, you admire their fitEven as you kill me, you can feel my greatnessIt is a lost beauty, a fatal sunset, the last touch of theexecutioner you offer me. We accept our roles, as part of nature,and at the end, disperse.
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CMU, the First Amendment, and Indecent Exposure
Earlier on my G+ stream, I commented on the matter of a CMU student who protested the Catholic church's coverup of sexual abuse by dressing as the…
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Dilution
I've been thinking about an issue that's been raised in the secular community; I'm not sure it's a good issue, nor a bad one. Let me lead up to it…
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Commentary on the Human Rights Campaign
I recently was pointed at a blog post suggesting people reject the Human Rights Campaign, a large social justice organisation that focuses on…
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