The Traveller's Last Journey DEDICATED TO SHAI MAROM Z"L

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Meditating on anxiety

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I do not presume that my relationship with my emotions are standard. But any presumed deviance reminds me that every person develops their own, idiosyncratic relationship with their emotions. “Emotions” is a variegated and complex concept, being composed of so many layers and distinctions. Even when just briefly considered. For example emotions as physical sensations, as...

Early progress in Python

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In a reality and society that are predicated and empowered by numbers, logic, and their interactions, it is enticing to the explorer to research and learn these domains of knowledge and practice. By learning to program I expect to discover many unknown unknowns. By learning to program I also hope to discover an appreciation for logical hierarchies that combine into interactive meaning; to...

First steps

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To lift myself out of darkness I had to deal with the life that I had. My body was a prison, and my mind a prisoner who had memorized a schedule of submissions to avoid the electrified bars. I could sense my body’s dimensions in the points of pain that decorated my limbs and torso like chains of stretched glass encompassing countless minuscule cracks and burns. To move was to transform one...

First direction

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There was a time when my body was a great anchor wrapped around my mind, and my mind a tired and hungry mole, hard of sight and seeking the light. I awoke without refreshment, acknowledging the pain and the persistence of time that demanded a whole day before another respite. Every night I would lay down my body to sleep without hope of respite, acknowledging the restlessness and paranoia that...

Seeking the search

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I’ve been thinking a lot recently about where I’m going with my life, the changes that I desire, and the places (inside and out) that I want to be. Some days I hold on to an amorphous fantasy in my head, a castle in the air of planetary proportions, a benign death star that would prove the infinite potential I (sometimes) feel peeking through the cracks in my chest. I tell myself that even if I...

Tawdry enraptured mincing

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In a mute house behind a lethargic door on a shelf dressed in dust sits a box. To the box was a key given to a girl who swam in the ocean and chose to sleep in it too. In the box was a tawdry ring given by an Aunt who had not forgotten that plastic can glow like an emerald and be worth its weight in whispered secrets. The ring was found by a sad man making up a couch because he could no longer...

Directing nascent momentum

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Newton’s first law prophecies a character’s story; the past predicts the future. The changes associated with an existing momentum are to be expected. In which case the path of a man becomes the story of a calculator surfing a leaf buffeted by external winds. But novel changes can occur, as by accumulation of minuscule effects that might be called the strata of maturity and experience...

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