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title: "Wild Rose"
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date: 2018-09-21 00:00:00 +0100
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categories: poetic
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Most roses are tamed, claiming only a veneer of beauty. But some are wild and free. And all the more beautiful for it.
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Wild roses wear crowns of thorns.
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They are beautiful and dangerous.
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Wild roses are hardy, enduring plants.
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They are strong and tenacious.
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Wild roses are the brightflowers among sprawling tangles of thorns.
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They shine bright against the Dark.
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Soft petals, strong thorns. Soft heart, strong will. You are my wild rose.
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🌹
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title: "You are…"
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date: 2018-10-08
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categories: poetic
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<div style="max-width: 600px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">
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{{< image url="/img/1*JpjpU2gIO2RmIVUfHfiwmw.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [Elijah O’Donnell](https://unsplash.com/photos/Kaw6v5cBV0I?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/star-human?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" class="full-width" >}}
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{{< image url="/img/1*FKI6lQ5Fk9FdqjLR5l0JVg.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [Joonyeop Baek](https://unsplash.com/photos/O_y9SKdWito?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/old-oak?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" >}}
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Like the aeons ancient celestial-battle scarred crust of this very Earth
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You are strong, like the barked fortress of a enduring old-oak
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*And yet…*
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{{< image url="/img/1*oxdvd5ynIue_OYI61Xe3-w.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [Derek Mack](https://unsplash.com/photos/CcRZ4k3c6gA?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/sunset?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" >}}
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Like the lightest breeze playing across a dew-kissed meadow
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You are gentle, like the drifting of a ruby sunset below the flung horizon
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*And yet…*
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{{< image url="/img/1*f7AK2fiDTPHDyGBZwmUkKg.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [Steve Halama](https://unsplash.com/photos/6twzYVHRurY?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/volcano?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" >}}
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Like the lashing touch of a storm battering all within its flailing grasp
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You are powerful, like the earth-blood filled bubbling core of a volcano
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*And yet…*
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{{< image url="/img/1*0Vq-2hfASfydjaB8bbDfDw.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [JuniperPhoton](https://unsplash.com/photos/SjkzLV7wfUg?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/autumn?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" >}}
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Like the maelstrom of imagination that fills every wondering head
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You are dependable, the turn of the seasons, the annual gilding and falling of swarms of leaves
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*And so…*
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{{< image url="/img/1*aZZY-UK4VlBv23Jkt-OwcA.jpeg" caption="*Photo by [Cristofer Jeschke](https://unsplash.com/photos/Ce3XLxac0f4?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/star-human?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)*" >}}
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You are…*alive*. You are *…human*. Fire-striking, tsunami-powerful. Earth-strong, breeze-gentle. You are stardust driven fierce by a mighty mind. Stand proud and know this. **You are enough.**
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<small>Originally published on Medium</small>
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title: "All It Took Was A Global Pandemic"
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date: 2020-04-22 03:23:00 +0100
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categories: life
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It has been more than a few months since I last abandoned this site. Now here I am finally back to it. And all it took was a global bloody pandemic! My particular thoughts on that are liable to come later.
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This is just a heartbeat to show that I'm back, not that I ever truly left. I'm hoping to break the cycle of frenzied intrest then drifting away that I fall into with so many things. I have no idea what this blog will be, as always, but I am at least hoping to return to fiction writing. As for the rest of the site, expect it to be gradually themed to my liking and turned into something of a portfolio - I might have finally figured out what I want to do with my life, and it definetely depends on a strong *personal brand* much as I hate that buzzword.
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But I said that last time, didn't I? :)
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Immediately next up is moving this site to somewhere hosted on my own infrastructure, the construction of which is one of the many things that has been keeping be busy in these crazy times, in the sudden absence of my 'day job'. Then I've gotta get all my old content moved over (which will probably involve spending longer hacking together a bash script than manually converting the posts would have taken me) before I can get to work making new shinies. There's also a suprising amount of non-digital stuff I need to talk about.
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That's not all, folks. But bye for now.
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title: "Technology Won't Save Us"
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date: 2020-06-05 13:52:00 +0100
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categories: transhumanism
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First: **Black Lives Matter**. I don't think it is my place to say anything more than that, as a pasty white non-American.
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When I first found the label *'Transhumanism'* I latched onto it hard. I fear change, but most of all I fear loss. And what loss could be greater than that of a human life? I do see death as a disease, as transhumanists do. But the label has never quite sat right with me, and in recent reflection I think I have worked out why.
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**Technology won't save us.** I never quite belived that it would. By that I mean it won't save us from ourselves. All the shiny rockets in the world won't stop us from being utter dicks to one another. We might be capable of good, but we are capable of, and tend towards, an awful lot of evil too. If you disagree with any of that, go watch Black Mirror and get back to me.
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Transhumanists, on the whole, are obsessed with the newest technologies and in striving for immortality. Every death is a tragedy, that I vehenemently agree with. But I think top down is the wrong way of looking at it. If immortality tech was available tomorrow, I have no doubt it would be the preserve of the ultra rich, and that they would fight to keep it that way. An *Altered Carbon* (**brilliant** show) future is all too probable.
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So I agree, death is a disease that we should strive to cure - but I disagree with the method. I don't think that we should start by making rich white people immortal through technology. Fuck that! That sounds awful. Step one towards a world without death is already in our hands, no technology required - in fact, technology tends to make it harder. Step one towards a world without death is to stop *fucking* killing each other. That's how I think we should walk towards a world without death - and we *should* walk, rather than trying to run using bleeding edge technology to halt aging. Humans die at the hands of other humans. Humans die to preventable diseases. Humans die because of lack of water. *Water*. And those humans certainly won't be in line for any potential immortality treatments any time soon.
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The fact that our time on Earth is cruelly limited is one of the few remaining equalisers between the rich person and the poor person in this increasingly divided world. I no longer think that taking that away ought be done. I would still like to see a world where it happens - but there are bigger problems to solve first. I keep trying to come up with a suitable metaphor, and failing. So just...*remember the human*. Let's start by eliminating preventable deaths, before we worry about Jeff Bezos living to be a thousand.
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I still believe in the power of technology, but I now have a healthy fear of it too.
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# Frenetic Scribblings
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There's a reason I call them *frenetic scribblings*. From my brain to yours, an (almost) unmoderated stream of conciousness. I write about my thoughts on life and the world but most of all I want to make people think.
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I'm a believer in the proper use of the full range of language. That's not to say I'm a *muh freeze peaches* ('free speech' as in hate speech) kind of person, fuck no and fuck Nazis. I just mean I like a little profanity - oftentimes you just can't replace its expressiveness.
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Medium Posts orginally converted with [this](https://github.com/Donohue/medium-to-jekyll) and cleaned up by hand.
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