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My first experiment with abstract metaphysical literature where I speak about existence and absolute truth.
Literary Fiction: Novel: A Love Story In Catalytic Contemporary Culture Of Conflicts.
Battling against hypocrisies, sadomasochism and perfunctory pursuits of pop benchmarks of successes, he refuses the passion-oriented male worldview of karma and lifeâ€™s purposes....
bellow content is the first chapter of my novel series
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
The worst timesoftrouble are coming upon a world of people with absolutely zero knowledge or preparation for the extreme suffering which lies ahead through the years ahead; and all because nobody want un-smooth truth.
Quick charge and slow imitation is an important concept in charge, only know of quick charge and slow filling can correctly grasp charging.First of all, quick filling and slow imitation is a relative concept. Someone once asked, my charger charging current 200 ma, is of quick charge? The answer...
A man who is never wrong, never capable of loss, and never capable of feeling. The perfect man, who has become
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
By Zin Dar
One of my life goals, is to find the general, absolute truth. I believe the absolute must be found within the relative, and the relative must be found within the absolute.
One day I came up with a plausible answer.
Just keep in mind this is purely philosophical, the way I like it ^^
A horrible tragedy has occurred in the life of Ram Doan; but is it real, or merely a dream, and who or what is responsible for it?
While human being is experimenting for something, He is missing someone.
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What if religious teachings are incorporated into Artificial Intelligence? What if AI surpasses human intelligence?
2008--Written when the world, as I knew it was collapsing.
By The Illusionist
A poem that's almost a short story tell of a wonderous little adventure. It's crazy