The Importance of being Critical of Art

Art in all of its forms is paramount in the cultural evolution of society. In its most basic sense, art is a means to influence the emotional state of those who are observing it. Knowing this, it is important to recognize that, during the emotional impetus that art often puts us in, reflection and critical thought is of the utmost importance to maintain a clear vision of understanding those emotions; whether we, in a calm state, still remain affected by messages received or have slipped the mind noose that so often strangles the rational brain in the throngs of passion.…

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Death of Stoicism

Texts about Stoicism are found all the way back to Athens in the third century B.C. Greece may be considered the modern birthplace of philosophy and boy how the mighty have fallen. Stoicism is the ideology that man has control over his emotions by realizing the things that he does, and does not, have control over. This requires an acceptance of nature – both our environment and the nature of humanity and animal – and an accountability of personal judgement; both ideas have been forcefully pushed out of modern society and replaced with shallow negatives in their stead. Is it…

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Rise of The Order 1.1

The Matriarch stood, silhouetted by the moon, over a tall building overlooking the courtyard.  She wore the garb traditional to the Raven clan – black as the feathers born from her back.  Conforming leather from neck to foot with her talon like fingers and toes given wide birth to maneuver independently.  Her fingers and toes were the color and edge of obsidian and her dark hair was cut close to her face, framing the delicate features of a creature that was so rarely described as such.  Not a soul would see her descend this night.  None, that is, but the ones she chose.  The gates beyond…

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Pandora’s box

Ana was a simple girl, a sad girl, a subtle girl. Like all of us she was innocent of thought and wanted the best for everyone. She didn’t think she was owed anything but she knew, like most of us, that there had to be something better in the world than what we lived in now. Her Father died just two years back on her eighth birthday. She cried back then, a lot, without realizing that the sadness never truly goes away, just changes who you are. Mother loved her so, and missed her Father dearly but the two of…

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