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Lechon, the Tale of the Suckling Pig A greedy and mischievous pig was trotting through the thick Philippine jungle. Suddenly, he came across a child holding an apple. “Give me that apple,” he told the child, “I’m starving.” When the child refused, the pig attacked and injured him, stole his

The Many Worlds Interpretation:There are infinite universes, countless realities, so many possibilities that are, well, possible. Maybe there’s a world where the sky is red instead of blue;Maybe there’s a world where it rains candyfrom the sky;Maybe there’s a world where we are bornas our favorite animals;Maybe there’s a world

And here is a refuge, a room filled with weapons. Books spill over the shelves, patient in their want to be noticed. Caressing these old spines, walking among stained pages, I find where I belong. Depart from reality for a time. Entering all these worlds and other lives, why on

If I could fly, if I could weepTo wonder why the soul doth creepOn the sly, not meant to leap…Then I should cry, “life’s fell sweepOf passion and secrets I’ll never know!” If I could soar, and see the end, All life’s lore, then oh, my friendAt the core is

The winter’s fury barely passed me byLight-touched by frost fast-creeping deep withinBehold the ice sharp hatred in his eyesMy legs outrun the wild beasts that grinThe ghosts that prowl this harsh avoided lakeDo scoff and coldly swirl about my headGreat gasps of air my lungs can’t help but takeThe shades

I am a wandering traveler,Rejected by my people.Exiled by my home,A beast of no nation. I traveled to many lands with their guardian patrons,Lands with great walls and giant bears,Lands with tall towers and lions of water,Lands with cast deserts and tiny oases,Lands with jungles and remnants of war, I

Written by Caleb Trezise Another hardship, more suffering,But the grass is greener on the other side.“Weeping may endure for the night,But joy cometh in the morning.” Such Scripture sounds fake whenThe soul is engulfed in self-focused sickness.The blind hope for escape,But they cripple themselves and are enslaved to the painful