The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Virgo March 2021 Monthly Horoscope Predictions
This month the planetary position for Virgos is on the average side that would bring them both favorable and unfavorable moments. Your focus would be on your relationships, that you would work to strengthen your family bonds. You might try discharging some responsibilities at work to find time with your loved ones. You might also become a part of some celebrations and festivities with your people. However, finance-related matters may bother you this month that you should clutch your wealth well instead of lavishly spending.
India: The Next Superpower?
Many Economic researches are predicting that INDIA has the potential to become superpower like America now. Till today (early 2021) China is proposing that there will be a huge economic growth for it's country after the COVID-19 crisis. There is a chance for China to be a superpower, however by 2040 India will emerge from its developing state to a developed country and there is high chance that, it may become a superpower. There are some factors which ahs an effect on the growth of the country.
Pocket Adventure Prologue
I’d not felt the urge to run in years, yet that morning I awoke with the strongest desire to go for a jog along the local river track.
The Anti Christ Trials and Tribulations, Schizophrenia in the 21st century
THE ANTI-CHRIST Trials and Tribulations are SCHIZOPHRENIA IN THE 21st CENTURY HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE Everything had always been over for me. Hi, welcome to the cuckoos house. I'm being strapped to a hospital bed. Those dammed white suits. They code whited me. They had me completely surrounded. Holding me down. My legs. My arms. Even my head. But I'm not even resisting. Like what the fuck. I'm completely still. Holding back the urge to go nuts and start throwing knock out punches. Women and men without prejudice. Imagining pleading self defence in court. Explaining to the judge how it was all over a cookie wrapper and thus justified by them getting physical with me, for no reason. I could have knocked them all out. It's easily done with practice. I’ve had lots and done it at least twenty times. Out numbered. Fighting mad crowds of people all by myself. One time I knocked seven guys out one after the other until I got a cheap shot from some gubbly eyed bouncer twice my size who couldn't possibly take me on his own. One good hook up under the jaw just rubbers the legs right under you. Instead I'm not doing anything. I'm remaining stoic. Playing it victim style as i was. The fucking cookie wrapper wasn't even mine. Maybe it was. Who cares. It's still no reason to attack someone calmly writing in bed. The real reason was that I was refusing medication for schizophrenia.
Emerald Oasis Prologue
Joyce Patrick saw her first fairy when she was five years old. She fairly young and had a golden dress up to her ankles. Her wings were so big for her frail little body that it seemed to weight her down. Joyce couldn't remember the conversation very much, but she remembered swapping her falling tooth for a shiny coin. It made Joyce so happy, that the coin was never spent. She never saw another fairy since.
Emerald Oasis Four: Rodger Bentley
There was a baby on the floor. Joyce had seen many bizarre things happen since she moved into Emerald Oasis Nursing Home, but this was beyond a joke. Joyce picked the baby up and tried to comfort it. He was still crying. Poor thing, she thought. The baby had nothing. His frail skin exposed to the cold breeze from the window. He didn't even have a nappy. Joyce removed her lime green cardigan and wrapped it around the baby's body. The baby's mother had to be young or somebody new to parenting. No decent parent would ever leave a child on the floor naked by the window.
Emerald Oasis Chapter Three: Our Fairy King
"Do you know where Marjorie is?" Joyce asked the nurse on duty. "She's in hospital. She had a nasty fall and bumped her head."
Emerald Oasis Chapter Two: The Rabbit That Turned Into A Wolf
It was Joyce Patrick's first night at Emerald Oasis Nursing Home. Her room was number eighteen on the red unit. Joyce didn't quite understand why it was called the red unit when the walls were white and the carpet was purple. The other unit appeared to be the same. That was known as the blue unit.
Emerald Oasis Chapter One: The Fairies In The Garden
Today was the day. Joyce did her best to do everything she was told by the hospital to ensure a speedy recovery. She wasn't allowed to go home, she couldn't remember why, but she remembered the staff trying to tell her so many times. Either way, she was glad to be leaving.
On Human Origins
Learning about the origins of humankind is not the kind of knowledge that will make your life any easier tomorrow, or even the day after, let alone right now.
Today is the day. No one thought it would ever come, yet time has brought us here. The news outlets keep blabbering on and on. I turn off the television and turn on some music. I turn on orchestral music radio and walk outside. The sun is rising. Today the low is 20 with a high of 97. As I feel the warmth wash over me, I smile. Sunlight has brought the new day in with a beautiful tempo as the climax to the 1812 Overture plays in my ears. I pick a rose from the bush pressed against the wall of my house and breathe in its soothing aroma. I look around. It appears I am the only one awake. I decide to take a walk. The park across the street is filled with cobblestone paths and the best beaches money can buy. The dome shape and the glass on the wall refracts just the right amount of UV rays so that you can swim and feel the warmth of the sun without the burn that is usually accompanied with it. I go to the park, a perfect 82 degrees with a light ocean breeze and the smell of animatronic fish reminding me of how the ocean should feel. I check the interface and I change my clothes perfect for a morning at the beach. I wade into the comfort of the lightly chilled, perfectly salty water. The breeze washes over me bringing a slight chill as I walk against the back current up to the sand where a server bot greets me. “Sir, would you like to sit at the overlook today, we are at our peak hour, 11 AM, yet we are nowhere near capacity. You are the only one here, sir. May I show you to your seat and offer you a beverage?”, I take a soda from its selection, grape, my favorite flavor. I crack it open as the beautiful scenery around me, birds, ocean, and sunlight offer perfect harmony on the most outstanding of mornings.
When one sense is taken away, the other senses become sharper to compensate. What about when they're all taken from you? Hello? I’m just talking out loud. I mean, not really talking. But my thoughts… my thoughts are all I have left. My thoughts. My memories. Visions of my past. Do you know how difficult it is to build a solid vision from memory? Do you remember what you did three days ago? Do you remember what the lobby of the bank looks like? I mean exactly? Do you remember what color your toothbrush was? Memories are fleeting. They just fall away. Crumble. Why don’t I remember more? It’s getting harder. But I find that by organizing my favorite memories into folders and saying them out loud, I’m able to hold on them.