A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
“A Question” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]
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Tag Archives: Question
Note to Self [Lyric Poem]
Allow me to make a
Socratic suggestion:
That you pursue the lowly
Art of the question.
Showing you love knowing
More than you love learning
Shows only that you're not
Discerning, and lack requisite
Yearning to find the Truth.
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PROMPT: Question
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“Tell me about yourself.”
It’s my least comfortable topic to speak about. Plus, it’s directionless, and not so much a question as a command.
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DAILY PHOTO: Incensed at Wat Phnom
Taken October 2012 at Wat Phnom in Phnom Penh.
How come the noun “incense” means “a substance that releases a strong fragrance when burned,” but in its adjectival or verbal form it means to be, or make someone, extremely angry.
It’s not a rhetorical question, people. If you’ve got an answer, let me know.
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