The Life of a Spectator I grew. I grew up out of the mud and into the daylight, the air, the land. I sprouted leaves and buds; my roots grew deep. I knew the names of the flowers beside me, and will establish the calls of the birds. I used to be transplanted at some […]
In The Communist Manifesto, Marx describes how the capitalist bourgeoisie, owners of the means of social production, exploit the proletariats. A capitalist society only enables those with property, or those that own the means of production to succeed. Proletariats are affected in many ways by this abuse.When capitalism controls society laborers are nothing but “a […]
After the music stops, and the piano collects dust, only few will hear that glorious sound. Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, and Chopin continually ring through my ears. And once heard, the sound becomes unforgettable–just like him. The things he did always came off a little strange–constantly inventing thing, improving lasers, and editing picture. But, despite his odd […]
“One must learn by doing the thing; for though you think you know it, you have no certainty, until you try.” I couldn’t agree more with this quote by Sophocles, especially after an experience that I recently had. Walking through our nation’s capital with my family, I couldn’t help but notice the number of homeless […]
When I was thirteen years old, I held in my hand a crisp, new copy of the latest in the magical book series: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. My heart pounded, my stomach had butterflies, and I suddenly couldn’t stand still. I was holding in my hand the novel I had been waiting for […]