| Pygmalion. Redux. |


Ivory TowerHigh in my ivory tower, I stand and gaze out across the battlements, Looking out at the clouds around us. As I help to build upon the walls of reason, I cannot help but wonder What it would be like To play amongst the clouds. Thinking without my mind Seeing what it's like Floating freeIvory Tower
I'm fascinated by those clouds. They defy reason Defy logic Defy my every instinct And yet I wish to understand them. How they came to be Why they still exist What purpose they serve
What if I could catch the clouds?
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InkAs Malik reached into the grubby paper bag, a shudder ran through his arm as his fingers touched the slim plastic tube within. Eyes closed, he carefully gripped the object, drew it from the bag, and opened his eyes to look upon it as it lay across his palm. It was odd, he thought, how such miraculous power could be contained in so small and simple a vessel. But then, he pondered as he reflexively flipped the slim shaft to its most comfortable angle, does the innocuous nature of the conduit not make the power that flows through it all the more... insidious? Surreptitious? He'd find a word later. Now, it was just him and his work.Ink


IvoryHe'd never been able to get the hang of talking to women. They just always seemed so different. Why would they want to talk to a lowly programmer like him? When he was younger, more naïve, he'd entertained the silly idea that one day he'd find someone who he could fall in love with. Someone who'd appreciate his interests, someone who who he could really talk with about the world - about life, about the future, about anything. But he'd long since dismissed those ideas as unrealistic. Just childish daydreams of a foolish young man. He'd gradually realised that he didn't need a woman in his life. Even when all his old friends had gone off aIvory


Eminently HumanAs you sit there in the concert hall, enraptured by the sheer, unbridled beauty emanating from the stage before you, you wonder: How is it that a race that prides itself on its logic; its rationality; it's science, is still able to create something that is so much for creativity's sake. Something that, from a point of view that considered not the emotions and the feelings but the numbers and the figures, is so completely devoid of purpose, and yet, to any human being, holds infinitely more worth and value than a thousand scientific breakthroughs or economic booms. Something so true, so pure, so eminently human.Eminently Human
As you ensconce yo
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(. .) I wish I was DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.
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(. .) I wish I was DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.
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