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My speech on rusty Mars...
Akta777How finally I was called by a small school to give a lecture on science-related speech. I talked about Mars!
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities What I wrote on kids wearing dull colours as school uniform?
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities When I express to explain myself through poetry logic…
Looking at the mirror, I said, "When alone, all alone! I express my reason To live life alone In the storm But not with the storm Anymore!" I then wrote this all to explain myself well - Write down your heart On the paper But without a frown Glorify your present With your sweat Blown up to the floor This is life Not ridicule To be just enjoyed You need to work Well in advance For life's every exam You cannot give up You cannot give way To enemies turn You need to govern Govern from top to floor After all It's your life It's you who is alive Not the dead miracles But something as important As life Doesn't exist in the universe We survive Come join in with force Come nurture good thought Good life's new role Love your way to glory Glorify your way through love Come join me in force Don't frown away It's the right time To be awake It's the right hour To begin Then, no matter in what state Come build up h
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How much I wish to establish inner thought within the great universe. Where will we live? The joy of being none but one with nature, wholly fitted with Earth, its laws, the turmoil, the capacity to face or stop the storm. I don't gather myself enough, but as much as I know, I am more than capable of continuing with life. No, I don't fear a sudden or past disease. I am aiming at the sky. How can I use Earth just for sleep? Within me is glory, the greatness of being fit in the world of enthusiasm and reality. Making me stable is more important today for me than making me rich. This stands true for every human being but none after it. Why? Why don't we dispute our own heard voice? Why don't we practice living with full strength, with the FULL capacity we have to give to life. With life facing unfit as if it was not long. To exist, why can we not fight death as adversity? Death as a sorrow, death as a scream, is not new to me. I am well versed in its content and ways. But I shouldn't b
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities How do I express myself?
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities Maybe life will be better without the current church...
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