In this essay I will be attempting to examine and critically assess the memory/psychological criterion of personal identity. I will begin with the concept of personal identity and work my way through the different criteria for it. This will lead to the psychological theory and what problems there are with it, the bodily and substance … Continue reading The criteria of personal identity.
You're not perfect, And neither are you a miracle, But you are not just another one, Another angel to hide my sadness in. Underneath the moon, The wind asks me why, Why do you wait? And who do you wait for? You're not perfect, You're just another person, Not blinded by Goddess' anymore, But you … Continue reading #49 – The days are lost
Truth in our eyes, Subjective objectively blinds us with lies, What is and what is not, Rarely tells us anything of what we have got. We need a system, a way, That doesn't rely on what popularity does say, Liquidise all known groups, To make one social soup. With no collective thought, All singular, with … Continue reading #48 – What we ought
Wondrous tales used to enthral, With a speck of reality so you don't notice at all, You listen intently to every word said, Forgetting to live in this moment instead. Archetypes to live up to, Role models to guide what you become, Deep in your heart you feel that your time is overdue, Between God … Continue reading #47 – Tales
Political correctness is something which has been growing expansively, especially within our modern times where anything less Left-Wing than Communism is seen as the most extreme form of Racially based Right-wing-ism. I have often heard while in debate or just friendly conversation that political correctness is not dangerous, sometimes it is nonsense or absurd, but … Continue reading Political Correctness is Evil.
Thinking back, I have no words to say, I prefer to live and think within this day, And I'm not really sure where I will go, Or how, or why, or what fate will throw. And today, only silence, No longer living with yesterday’s violence, Don't speak, don't tell me, don't say how you feel, … Continue reading #46 – Ends
Blood drained from the body, Eyes closing with ignorance, Skin broken by the tests of life, Whatever was promised, you gave only time. The punishment given to this decrepit corpse, Yet life remains, for the pride of another, But gasping and ever losing, Now eyes sealed shut with the weight of life. You live like … Continue reading #45 – The kings of dirt