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The Spectrum of Consciousness

colour spectrum

 

This is the spectrum of colours. All humans can see it. However, we do not all see it the same way. Reading as you are the English words of this article, then its likely that you automatically divide this spectrum as: Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red. Each colour clearly ends and is divided in another. This is a truth of the universe is it not?

Well, actually it isn’t. (more…)

Talking World War III Blues

** Hey all, I turned this school paper half into a blog post, and I thought I’d share it. Enjoy!

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He appeared, a little bit out of nowhere. My eyes opened in a start behind my sunglasses as Bob Dylan’s guitar and harmonica suddenly began to play on my shuffled music. I was on a crowded bus, and before me stood a young man. He was tall. His long brown hair was cleared from his grey eyes, and fell onto the brown jacket he wore over his checkered patterned dress shirt. He looked nonchalantly studious, or studiously laid back, I couldn’t tell which. He seemed a bit clumsy, and a bit goofy. The coincidental combination of this odd looking man, and of the corny up beat Bob Dylan guitar and harmonica made me chuckle. Not meanly, but the song just seemed to fit his personality perfectly. (more…)

The Hypocrisy Of November

In the early days of November leading up to the 11th, we wear the red poppy on our jackets in order to honour and remember the men and women in uniform who defended, and are still defending Canadian ideals.  We remember the 117 000 Canadians who died in the First and Second World Wars, the Korean war, and all who have served and perished afterwards. The wearing of the poppy is an easy and simple task demanded of us which contrasts sharply with the ultimate sacrifice made by those they represent. We wear it lest we forget the potential evil of men, and the ultimate cost of war when diplomacy fails,  Lest we forget those who died for us. But we apathetic Canadians with our dwindling amount of poppies have forgotten the men who survived, the ideals they defended, and therefore the men who died as well. (more…)