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A deus ex machina (pronounced /ˈdeɪ.əs ɛks ˈmɑːkiːnə/ or /ˈdiː.əs ɛks ˈmækɨnə/, DAY-əs eks MAH-kee-nə) (Latin for “god from the machine”; plural: dei ex machina) is a plot device whereby a seemingly inextricable problem is suddenly and abruptly solved with the contrived and unexpected intervention of some new character, ability, or object.
I offer no such solution, nor am I a god, or do I have faith in one. This is simply a physical embodiment of endless possibility.
This was the first essay I wrote in ninth grade English. I think there were a couple things wrong with it. But you can judge for yourself. Reply or reblog.
High school is a peculiar, metaphorically dangerous place. Everyone expects something of me, from fellow students, who may or may not be complete strangers, to the teachers, to, the most horrifying of all, myself. It’s not like junior high, where much of what I did was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things – here, what I do actually matters. My next four years here at Oxford Academy (I’m betting, anyway) will be the formative years of my life, before I set out for college and then the real world. Of course I have expectations as to what should happen this grade and the three after, and they are no meager things. I expect things of my peers, teachers, school, and myself and they expect the same from me, including everything from what matters to the future and what it holds. This is an important step in my life – hopefully I won’t mess it up.
10th grade. In absolute terms, I should be a better writer due to all the experience I should have going. But have I? Your call. Reply and reblog.
Abstract terms lack definite definitions by definition. Despite this, by nature humanity would like to define unequivocally the exact meaning of the aforementioned indefinable word, though experience has shown the meaning of abstract words such as “heroism” or “faith” cannot be condensed down into a single sentence. It could be said that faith is heavily linked to family tradition and prejudice alike, with education having the ability to either reinforce or shatter it, but this is but one possible definition of many, and not necessarily a particularly accurate one. Due to the multifaceted meanings in existence, unlike the typical passage analysis English test, clearly there exists more than one best answer to the question, “What is the meaning of the word ‘faith’?” However, proving each of them will not be as simple as filling so many scantron bubbles; justifications will naturally be necessary which become more difficult the more implausible the definition. The meaning of the word “faith” varies substantially depending upon the context, be it optimism for the future in the case of “faith in humanity”, self-respect regarding “faith in the self”, or steadfast belief with a selective filter for evidence supporting contrary opinions in terms of religious faith, but they all share the thread of the satisfying or comforting the faithful, validating the shared implementation of the word “faith”. Even so, it is juvenile to assume that abstract words have but one simple definition, hence the “abstract” moniker, and faith is no exception.
There once was a homeless old man
Who lived in a run-down trash can
However, he found a new home
Made of quality chrome
An oversized, unoccupied frying pan
Who deserves it?
Who ought to be denied it?
The A+ is the greatest achievement
The prize of the overachievers
Time and time again
It is time and effort that secures it
What deserves this?
The pinnacle of the grading scale?
The best of the best
The tip of the pyramid
In light of all this?
Do we deserve it?
Now, if you please,
Let us receive it!
Music is the perfect escape
In times of dire stress
It is raw emotion, taking physical shape
Comforting as a mother’s caress
Music is communication
Like any poem, novel, or play
It is mankind’s ultimate salvation
Keeping loneliness away
Music helps us empathize with one another
And understand other’s perspectives
In the world of music, we are all brothers
All part of a universal collective
Who listens to the atheists?
Who ever heeds their ideas?
Constantly ignored,
They refuse to voice themselves
Those who do,
Are resigned to a worse fate
A white, fluffy boat
The cloud floats as gracefully
As a summer Swan
“The pen is mightier than the sword.”
Whoever said that was a complete dimwit
I would like to have them come see it
Long, sharp, and swift
My blade won’t permit
A single opponent to defeat it
This one worked better in Word, where it actually looked like an hourglass.
Tiny grains of sand squeezing through the glass,
To signify the end of time.
Soon the grains are
Culminating,
In the
Lower portion
Of this primeval clock.
The final grain suspended in air,
For time has passed; the evidence is there.
Miniscule creatures
Unappreciated, smashed
Under human boots