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For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.

Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

— Herman Hesse

We are the lost generation – we idolize risky behavior, the drugs and skin to skin penetration.

We look up to trend setters and bow to idol Gods – we live by an unforeseen today and welcome all the odds. We were raised by the leaders of yesterday but we seem to have an absent tomorrow – we live in a time where pain doesn't equate to an uncertain sorrow. We are born free but enslave ourselves within the confines of our minds – our generation is surely one of a kind.

You only live once has become the justification for our uncalculated actions – with messed up morals we edit ourselves to fulfill society's satisfaction. We are the lost generation. We wear our tattoos like outfits and dream of being kings – the needles pass through our purity like a thousand bee-stings.

We live life by no curfews and even kids are giving birth too.

Where did we go wrong?

The Walter Sisulu's, Chris Hani's, Steve Biko's and Govan Mbeki's of our days are corrupted by currency – blinded by power they fail to see the situation before them currently. We are the lost generation yet still we possess the power to change a nation, when will we sow the seeds of change?

I am no longer prepared to sit back and watch the ideas of people who do not even live in our land destroy what our former leaders fought for and died, I am a man with my people's best interests at heart and to save this generation I will swallow my pride. We are the lost generation – and through our misdirection we will lead ourselves to a rebirth or a much needed regeneration.

- Mpho Lebohang Mokhele, "The Lost Generation"

“If nothing we do matters … then all that matters is what we do.”

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A Journal of Ordinate Folly, pt II by darkshadow229 reviews
My inner thoughts and feelings roaming the pages of this journal. Some happy, some sad, some weird. Life can be a strange thing. I guess we all have to get used to it.
Fiction: Biography - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 196 - Words: 30,529 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 13h - Published: 5/10
Thoughts Of My Days by WhiteWarrior15 reviews
Random (or not so random) opinions and thoughts that go through my head everyday.
Fiction: Essay - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 111 - Words: 9,172 - Reviews: 77 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 11/17 - Published: 5/23/2013
Religious Questionnaire by Wandering Scholar reviews
I'm curious about the religions of the world, so I'm here to ask about them. Now, this isn't meant to criticize or insult anyone's religion, it's simply meant to satisfy my curiosity.
Fiction: Essay - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 12 - Words: 5,444 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 7/4 - Published: 7/5/2012
Food For Thought by TanteLiz reviews
When munchies strike and writer's block has got you down, nothing's better than a little Food for Thought. Not a story - this is where I'm posting original recipes I've mentioned on the forum I write with - Labyrinth. Yeah, yeah, I know, this isn't actually what fiction press is for, but it's not hurting anybody so feel free to make and enjoy or just calm down and move along...
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 990 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 4/21 - Published: 12/18/2013
Toward the Light (Labyrinth April 2015) by Emerald Viper reviews
("What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love." ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky) Two fallen angels attempt to escape from Hell. I put it under "Mythology" because I didn't know what else to call it.
Fiction: Mythology - Rated: T - English - Spiritual/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,092 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 3/31
Hyde and Seek (Labyrinth February 2015 Contest Winner) by Emerald Viper reviews
Everyone has a dark side. What happens when it gets loose? (This story takes place in my very first "fantasy world" which I created when I was a child. I've been revisiting it lately and considering a longer story. Tell me what you think!)
Fiction: Fantasy - Rated: T - English - Fantasy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,083 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 3 - Published: 1/31
Carnations' Wake by Jitterbug Blues reviews
The last thing an assassin expects to find in the lonely hills of rural Scotland is a coffin in the ruins of a castle, housing a sleeping knight. Nor does he expect that one good deed will throw his life into jeopardy, and that his fate will be intertwined in a 700-year-old tale of valor and redemption. / slash (M/M)
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Drama - Chapters: 42 - Words: 255,538 - Reviews: 1255 - Favs: 71 - Follows: 83 - Updated: 1/10 - Published: 9/7/2013 - Complete
America and the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant by Roger C. Lackman reviews
The United States Military needs to fully commit to a major military campain against ISIL. In this essay I will tell you why. Includes a Works Cited Page.
Fiction: Essay - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,369 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 1/7 - Complete
The Emerald Song by Orgaya reviews
I can see a golden light, caressing the pinnacle of my understanding and godhood. I will shape this world. I will lead this world. And I will understand this world.
Fiction: Fantasy - Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Mystery - Chapters: 225 - Words: 636,002 - Reviews: 173 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11/16/2014 - Published: 7/25/2014 - Complete
Antilla: Tides of War by Master Chief reviews
Alpha Squadron, up to this point, has surpassed every expectation leveled at them. Now they must go one step further and survive combat on the front lines. Survival, however, is no guarantee as a new threat to the galaxy emerges. Strap in and hang on.
Fiction: Sci-Fi - Rated: K+ - English - Sci-Fi/Adventure - Chapters: 18 - Words: 65,404 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 9/27/2014 - Published: 4/25/2010
The Queen of the Dawn by m. b. whitlock reviews
Cursed by the Queen of the Dawn with impossible desire, Prince Hal of the Green Isles will risk the most precious thing of all, his honor, on a quest to find the edge of the world and the secret of immortality.
Fiction: Fantasy - Rated: T - English - Romance/Horror - Chapters: 11 - Words: 25,431 - Reviews: 214 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 5/29/2014 - Published: 1/10/2013
The Battle of Deepfort by SuitedManatee reviews
My entry for the Labyrinth forum writing contest for January 2014.
Fiction: Fantasy - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,722 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 1/17/2014 - Complete
Haunting the forgotten by alltheeagles reviews
I hate waiting. And what's worse than waiting? Waiting to be eaten. On top of that, now that he's finally here, he refuses to eat me like he's supposed to. But if he doesn't, the Dragoul will destroy everyone that's important to me. What do I do now? [It's light on the science and heavy on the romance. Interludes give the back story and can be read separately.} COMPLETE. 2 endings.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Fantasy/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 40 - Words: 60,292 - Reviews: 274 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 12/20/2013 - Published: 3/19/2013 - Complete
Moscow Blaze by Kievsky reviews
An exercise in symbolism and a stylized depiction of one event leading up to the fall of the Soviet Union.
Fiction: General - Rated: K - English - Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 831 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Published: 9/18/2002
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My Thoughts about Random Things reviews
My random thoughts I write down. It's not true poetry, but it could be considered poetic.
Fiction: Essay - Rated: T - English - Drama/Spiritual - Chapters: 8 - Words: 2,770 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 7/7 - Published: 1/18
Beware of the woods my dear child reviews
Mother often have the best advice. If we are wise, we do as they say. If we are not, we often pay the price.
Fiction: Fable - Rated: T - English - Horror/Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 256 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 6/23 - Complete