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Real, In this world What is? We are humane, Who is? All is truth, Is it? What we consider to be real, Or is it? As we believe it, Reality is as we see it only, What is real?

Forward My words flow freely onto paper, My world is in those words, It is spilled onto these pages which i share with you, My joys, my sorrows, my feelins, Put in black and white, Many things that words cannot describe I have tried to show here, The pain of loss, The anguish of uncertainty, The joy of love, It is as I put it to you, To try to explain them to you, While helping my understanding of myself, So read on and find what there is, For whetheryou agree or not, You either think you know or You know what you think, But with your choosing you must think, And so my mission complete.

Life is: Wondering, waiting, Never knowing what will come next. Laughter, tears, All equal in pain and joy. Birth, death, All that lies between is how we see it. Life as we take it, See it, Change because of it.

In Protest I, ZOLPHIN, stand in protest of having an Internet curfew of 11:30pm. I feel that this curfew infringes on my right to happiness, and that it goes against reason. Every human being has the right to happiness, this is guaranteed not only in the United States Constitution but also in the social contract. (This is a contract that is agreed to by every person born into this world. It forbids a person from infringing on another’s right to freedom, happiness, and property.) The Internet curfew not only disregards my right to freedom, but it also disregards my right to happiness as well. In preventing me from being online past a certain time, you also prevent me from having meaningful and important conversations with my friends. During online chats we discuss issues of uncertainty and concern, and attempt to answer important questions about ours lives and beliefs. These conversations can only happen during this time of the day for two reasons. The first and most obvious is that during other times of the day we are busy with other things such as work, shopping, school, or family. Night is the only time of day that is left completely open for these lengthy conversations. Another reason that these conversations cannot occur at other times of the day is because night is the only time of day that our minds are open. During the night we not care about our “image” or what other people think of us; it is at this time only that we can freely speak what is on our hearts and minds. It is this open mindedness that allows for the meaningful discussions that I have discussed above. An Internet curfew directly opposes the values of reason. It is unreasonable to set an Internet curfew half an hour before I am required to be at home. It is unreasonable to set an Internet curfew because the acts* which, you are hoping to prevent can be done at any time of the day. (they do not take great lengths of time). The open mindedness doesn’t cause us to loosen our judgment it just takes the unimportant aspects of our character out of the picture, and as hence doesn’t make bad behavior any more likely to occur later at night. Finally I find this curfew an insult to my intelligence as a human being because it clearly displays your lack of trust in my judgment. If you allow this curfew to continue you only demonstrate your lack of trust in me, and lead me to believe that happiness and reason are not worthwhile values. Sincerely and Lovingly, Zolphin

Choices, Too many. Responsibility, Too much. Life, Too short. Decisions, Too quickly. Love, Too late. Too many, too much, too short, Too quickly, too late. As it passes us by, Never know what will be, Could be.

Wait, Need more time, A perfect opportunity, But neither has come, So I wait, Don't really want to risk it, I don't have much to lose, So the coward I wait, What really could go wrong, No reason to hesitate, But still unsure I wait, Don't want to rush, I still have plenty of time, Hence forever I wait, But I see it is too late, I lost it, The perfect time never came, Of that time I have no more, Its too late, I wait to be perfect, To never risk what I never had, So by never risking, I lost.

A slap in the face, Fresh with the pain of reality, The blood of innocents flowing out, Only to be replaced by the emptiness of what is real, This wound to be added to others, Scars across the face of innocents, All quite permanent, Hides its true self, Innocents quickly fleeting, With the blood quickly falling, Leaving us with nothing, Hope, joy, no longer important, Dim in comparison to what we thought before.