Poetry, thoughts and other sarcastic meanderings... "It is the rattle of the keyboard which moves me, gets me restless and weary out of this skin and finally out of my own head. With these words I can settle in for a winters nap, and watch a soul arise.......Is she me, or am I her? Perhaps neither of us really exist..." md.shelby 2006
Labels: poems on women
posted by md at
6.11.07
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“...each of us is grazed at least once, perhaps more than once, by the hidden power of this question, even if he is not aware of what is happening to him. …“Why is there anything rather than nothing? Why is there anything rather than nothing?" is first in rank for us because it is the most far reaching, second because it is the deepest, and finally because it is the most fundamental of all questions.” Heidegger, An Introduction to Metaphysics
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