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Good thing you mentioned it, Meine Dame und Herren....(the Borg Queen & the rest of the drones).

I feel that pride and shame are too black and white areas every writer should stay away from, to be honest.
Pride and shame sound to me like "always" or "never" … unless you a Victorian, or a heirloom thereof. Like Rudyard Kipling or Somerst Maugham. Values, expectations and "manners maketh Man" were expected.
I believe that people have many dimensions. I am Portuguese. A staunch Catholic. A Saint and a Sinner.

Who am I to judge ?
I am an Anthropologist, not a Creatiive Writing major.

Borg shakespeare

Borg shakespeare

Karamuru wrote:Pride and shame sound to me like "always" or "never" … unless you a Victorian, or a heirloom thereof. Like Rudyard Kipling or Somerst Maugham. Values, expectations and "manners maketh Man" were expected.

"Pride is a weakness in the character; it dries up laughter, it dries up wonder, it dries up chivalry and energy. For the truth is much stranger even than it appears in the formal doctrine of the sin of pride. It is not only true that humility is a much wiser and more vigorous thing than pride. It is also true that vanity is a much wiser and more vigorous thing than pride. Vanity is social—it is almost a kind of comradeship; pride is solitary and uncivilized. Vanity is active; it desires the applause of infinite multitudes; pride is passive, desiring only the applause of one person, which it already has. Vanity is humorous, and can enjoy the joke even of itself; pride is dull, and cannot even smile."

    - G.K. Chesterton

Beautiful. Thank, Meine Dame & Herren.
(I took German in highschool and I love it.)

Pride & Honour can be the measure of a person. Like in narratives of old, the strenght of a character is not seen in psychological depth, but rather by his or her actions. As cowardice and redemption.
And in the end it may save your soul. Or not.
Like in Lord Jim, or The Door of opportunity, by Somerset Maugham.

I reference to them often.
I have a past in Malaya and Indonesia and Australia myself. In fact, I went there for the adventure, when I was young. Just because my XV/I/I century ancestors did. I wanted to sail and see the wonders of the East.
It sounded terrific then, and it was.
But it ruined my life.

Borg shakespeare

Borg shakespeare

Karamuru wrote:I wanted to sail and see the wonders of the East.
It sounded terrific then, and it was.
But it ruined my life.

For some people the opening up of the world, the rapid expansion of their experience, can be a traumatic thing, especially if one has led a sheltered life.

It what way did your own experience cause ruination?

PTSD, it's a long story.

Borg shakespeare

Time to go. It was a pleasure. Goodbye

Borg shakespeare

Borg shakespeare

Karamuru wrote:Time to go. It was a pleasure. Goodbye

Stop by anytime.

Just a solo navigator wandering around NS.

Borg shakespeare

Borg shakespeare

Wandering Marsupials wrote:Just a solo navigator wandering around NS.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more."

Oh, wait, it's not a bird at all; it's a marsupial.

The blood eaters

Borg shakespeare wrote:Oh, wait, it's not a bird at all; it's a marsupial.

Actually many marsupials traveling alone.

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Borg shakespeare and Corvus tristis

Borg shakespeare

Wandering Marsupials wrote:Actually many marsupials traveling alone.

Or together in a group?

Don Spencer - It’s a Marsupial

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0hPy3mnSxc

"Now if you want to see
an amazing family of animals
that defy reality
There’s the sugar-glider
And the kangaroo
Don’t forget the koala
‘Cos it’s one too.

It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
The most incredible family in the whole wide world
It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
It’s another super-dooper marsupial

All marsupials
As soon as they are born
Climb inside their mother’s pouch
To keep them safe and warm
They stay there ‘til they grow big enough to go
So if anyone ever asks you – now you know!

It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
The most incredible family in the whole wide world
It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
It’s another super-dooper marsupial

Some marsupials glide
As easy as can be
The sugar-glider floats on air
As you can see
And the possum family lives
High above the ground
Hanging on to mother’s tail
Keeps them safe and sound.

It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
The most incredible family in the whole wide world
It’s a marsupial
It’s a marsupial
It’s another super-dooper marsupial

M-A-R-S-U-P-I-A-L.
It’s another super-dooper marsupial"

Time to wander on, thanks for letting me visit,

Borg shakespeare

* A man in elegant black suit, looks upon an ancient well.
I see myself in my darkest hour,
as piece of nothing, walking towards a locked up tower.
I crave a glimpse of a moonlight flower,
so that I may never cower before this dower cover.

Borg shakespeare

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!

That is all.

Starving artist

Sending a token of continued friendship:

**delivers a basket of muffins, pastries, jam and butter, and Hershey's kisses**

Morty rick

Starving artist

Art

It’s sad to see this region go. So much art will be lost in the dispatches.

Morty rick

Gilded marigold 18

This region is for writers of all kinds. Come stay for a brief moment or leave a lasting legacy. The choice is yours! The only rule is to write. A poem, a short story, or begin a novel, the choice is yours!

Quoth the raven, Nevermore

Corvus tristis

Corvus tristis

Do I write here? I’ll just write smth random.

The dim light
Passes through decayed walls
In the night

It rests on:
Cold stone wherever it falls,
All warmth gone.

And as the night lingers the sun will slowly rise high
But in this limbo dusk is always nigh

The blood eaters

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The blood eaters

Hi

I am trying to make my life span as short a possible.

The blood eaters

The blood eaters wrote:Hi

I am trying to make my life span as short a possible.

Corvus tristis

Of your citizens?

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