Things Fall Apart

Certainly, all human choice can be traced back to customs or social conditioning. A man is merely the product of his culture. Therefore, superior conditioning will unarguably produce a superior human product. This has been a prominent Western perspective. Many believe government, religion, and other systems of conditioning will evolve and progress over time to […]

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Centered on Looks: a Look at My Community

Plays of fiction such as Shakespeare’s Hamlet are useful when they hold “the mirror up to nature to show virtue her own feature” and “scorn her own image” (3.2). Virtue is common reflection in Lincoln Lutheran essays, especially when reviewing the school itself, and for this reason, my reflection will be purposefully scornful. There is […]

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Letters (Draft)

This piece is a complete draft of my letters. It is close to where I want it, I just want to make sure I am clear in expressing my ideas for heroism. I wanted to show a hero as the representation of certain ideals such as confidence, independence, and empathy. These traits can be categorized […]

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The Masked Face of an Ideal

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Heroes are figures of excellence, raised beyond the mark of average. They are worshipfully elevated and trusted. Despite the limitations of the flesh, a hero stands immortal by his place in the common mind. He is the personification of a deeply rooted ideal. In The Grand Inquisitor, Fyodor Dostoevsky writes that the “age-old anguish of man” is […]

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Drawing from the Well

In this memoir, I wanted to dive in on two individual stories to outline the importance of relationships in a community outreach situation. The physical action of holding a box in a food line may be an expression of compassion as it provides temporary relief from a burden, but some may not truly appreciate the […]

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The Road – Theme Analysis

In Cormac McCarthy’s bleak, unmarked wasteland, a man and his son determinedly troop along an abandoned highway, resisting death. Miraculously, they endure hopelessness together. The man comforts his son, guiding him down the uncertain path of survival towards beacons of hope. He lives for the boy, whose life drives him to preserve his own life. […]

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Moonless Sky

When you confront a moonless sky Do you consume a random smattering of points? Or do ancient consistencies stir the support strings Cabling your feeble being as you dizzily bear the rotation of entirety, Quivering in your light hoodie   As megaparsec pillars crumble into soundless depths Do you hear the dying will of a […]

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Centerstage

There rests a bench on an unshadowed theatre Without spotlights or props The warmth has spread with equal measure Each blade of grass is touched The wind spins smooth like peanut butter Where I sit and watch Centered like a staged actor Fixed without a plot   The plain is comfortably even Spread out in […]

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The Story of a Path (expanded draft)

7:00 on a Tuesday night.  We won the basketball game 43 to 40.  I flung open the gym door, and the roar of a hundred conversations flickered, as if blown by the cool dusk air.  With a slam, the noise was snuffed out, and I slowly began to notice the rising and fading rush of […]

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