“Are right and wrong convertible terms, dependant upon popular opinion?”
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“Zeal will do more than knowledge.”
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“I have come to believe that this is a mighty continent which was hitherto unknown.”
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“To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.”
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“The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire.”
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“Change before you have to.”
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… that today is Alaska’s Birthday? On this day in 1867, the U.S. formally took possession of Alaska after purchasing the territory from Russia for $7.2 million, or less than two cents an acre. The Alaska purchase comprised 586,412 square miles, about twice the size of Texas, and was championed by William Henry Seward, the enthusiastically expansionist secretary of state under President. Happy birthday, Alaska!
Today’s Inspirational Quote:
“Never stop acquiring the commonsense, it is as good as the knowledge.”
— Amit Kalantri
Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills or paper, all will split before my might. What am I?
The answer is: Shears/Scissors
I have memories, but none of my own, whatever’s on my inside is what is shown. If I’m ever different it’s because you changed me, I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
The answer is: A picture frame.
It takes courage to speak up when needed, but it also takes courage to listen.
Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. (Winston Churchill)
Those who love you will come back to you even if you let them go.
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were. (Richard Bach)
Jorin is a mostly offensive martial art that focuses on clobbering your opponent through swift dodges, quick movements and even faster attacks. The primary focus lies on both quick movements and agility and it often relies on the speed and stamina of yourself and your opponent.
The biggest strength of Jorin is high endurance, which makes sure you’ll be able to outlast your opponent. By profiting from the quick movements of yourself your opponent may overextend themselves, allowing you to become an overwhelming force.
On the other hand the biggest weakness of Jorin is a lack of more circular movements. If you’re up against an opponent who dances around you your opponent will have a lot of leverage over you.
Ecstasy among last hopes
Baby crawls softly
Raising your left hand with the palm towards someone else, four fingers fully stretched and one half clenched is a gesture that is used as a good luck charm in the remote village of Foclain.
Holding your left hand, with the palm towards the side, thumb and two fingers forming a circle, one finger half clenched and one finger fully stretched, diagonally from your right hand with the palm towards the sky, three fingers fully stretched, one half clenched and one fully clenched is a gesture that expresses a failure in the nation of Foplana.
The Yellow Stranger At High St – A Narrative Poem
One day at a pet shop,
I met a man selling cakes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some pancakes.
“Got any pancakes?” asked I.
“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”
“No pancakes here!” said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
“We’ve got some lovely chips,
I’ll give you a very fine price.”
“I’d rather have some championships.”
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally furry,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn’t what I would call burry,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I’m a bit yellow.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty mellow.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pet shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
“I can help you I believe.”
“Cakes, pancakes, you shall find.
Chips, championships, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to High St Market.
So to High St Market I decided to go,
In search of the pancakes I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling apples,
Tights in many shades.
There were even stalls selling apelles
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather yellow
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all mellow.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, “For you, I have some pancakes!”
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some chips and cakes.
“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the pancakes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?