tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294941442011-04-21T23:43:51.483+01:00misneachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11655813967717333073noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29494144.post-1161788835118050132006-10-25T16:05:00.000+01:002006-10-31T17:23:49.832Z

When confronted with harsh realities, human beings have an inherent nature to do one of two things: bury their heads in the sand and say "it can't be true," or give up hope along the lines of a pessimistic austrian writer who once wrote "A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die."Grave predictions, uncertain futures, and a feeling of powerlessness can lead people to give

misneachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11655813967717333073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29494144.post-1161788911836003732006-10-25T15:07:00.000+01:002006-10-31T17:23:49.896Z

There are many things wrong with the world today. There is no other species that destroys its own with such ferocity and on such an immense scale. I would like to present you today with the words of unquestionably one of the greatest scientific minds of all time, Albert Einstein, with help from Bertrand Russell.From the Russell - Einstein Manifesto:Almost everybody who is politically conscious

misneachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11655813967717333073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29494144.post-1150386685476722062006-06-15T16:39:00.000+01:002006-10-31T17:23:49.768Z

I can still remember the morning of September 11, 2001, as if it were yesterday. A close friend and then-housemate of mine, who knew me and my sleeping habits very well, woke me up substantially earlier than he would have normally done on any other day. He knew better than most that I liked to sleep through most of the morning; I still prefer to."You have to get up." He said to me.I started to

misneachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11655813967717333073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29494144.post-1149892701654156852006-06-09T23:34:00.000+01:002006-10-31T17:23:49.698Z

A new day is dawning, the sun is just starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of the world around you coming to life are starting to make their way into your consciousness through the painfully-early morning haze. A haven't-had-that-first-bit-of-caffeine-yet America lies with its eyes half closed; the blaring of the alarm clock is barely audible as a faint background noise in the

misneachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11655813967717333073noreply@blogger.com0