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I have lived inside my head. In the shell of my mind. My reality was built, created. My other reality ignored. My hopes and dreams, created. My mind a labyrinth. But now something's changing. My sugar glass world is breaking. And the pieces don't sting while they fall as before. And I won't have to rebuild these walls anymore. And I feel the warmth of someone else. And I have you wandering my labyrinth with me. My real reality.

A Vignette on Individuality I press my hands against the cold, hard glass, eyes open in wonder, we are here: America.The twinkling lights shine through the darkness, lighting up the night sky. It makes me smile. The rush of people getting off the plane and the vastness of the airport swallow me up. O'Hare. A group of people is standing in the distance. My parents seem to recognize them. Before long, my back is pressed against cold leather. I stare around me. I am in a car. No bus passengers pressing in against me, no searching for a seat, no squeezing. My mother smiles at me and takes my hand. A voice crackles through the phone. "Papa!" I e

Order Out of Chaos Have you ever really thought about the right and wrong? About that thin line between insanity and genius? About what justice really means? About mind over matter? About heart versus intellect? About the future and the past? About yourself? What do all of these questions have in common? Philosophy. So, when you think of " philosophy," what do you really think of? Some great mind like Socrates, Plato or Aristotle? Thinking at the foot of the steps of the Pantheon or being burned alive for spouting heresy in public. But what is philosophy really trying to do, what are its motives? Quite simply it's trying to simplify, clarif