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vornametania.writeas.com
ink the parents are to blame. They were brought up the same way. Our society doesn't know how to grieve. Death is seen as negative, something bad that happens, but what if dying isn't bad? How can we be a society that celebrates birth and not death? Aren't those two the same coin, just different sides? Doesn't everything you know as matter get born and then die? It reminds me of a poem from William Blake: Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the ... |
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go-feet.blogspot.com
Happy 150th birthday William Butler Yeats ... the great Irish poet was born in Sandymount on 13 June 1865. He spent time in my South Londo... |
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www.eduwonk.com
If you have not read Cara Fitzpatrick's new book "The Death of Public School" I recommend it. Ignore the title, whether you love school choice, hate it, or are in the messy middle... |
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blog.1979semifinalist.com
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