What is cloning? A copy of oneself. What would society think, if someone wanted to clone him or herself? What would the outcome be? The physical character and traits would be the same, but this individual would have different experiences and memories of life.
If I was to clone myself. Then I would be raising a son of myself to watch myself grow and learn. It would be he, himself. A true and perfect image of me. The name I would give him, he would use to have freedom from me. His own identity and not quite his own.
The Story begins...
May 2nd 2008
This is the day I have been waiting for a long time. The dream has finally come true. Anew life. Iam so excited to see myself be born. For the moment, it would be that, but it is another completely different person.
My responsiblility is to be there. From this birth and throughout the years for my child. Maybe to the end of the project. I have to remind myself alwaysthat I will not live forever. This child will make it seem like I will live on. But this cannever be entirely true.
This story doesn't begin here. It began on this day I decided what I wanted to do how determined I was to do it..
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The Land!
Hail, O'Isreal! Hail!, O' Palenstine!
You both are on the same coin,
Isreal on one side, Palestine on the other.
Why do you fight like uncontrolled children?
With no care towards each other, nor
towards me, which I am there.
When will there be a solution among you?
To end the death and destruction of this land?
When will you realize, it is time?
For you to settle your conflicts, settle your lives.
To put an end to the harm, which you are causing,
Each others' brothers, sisters and children!
In the Land that is truly owned by none.
For I am the only one who takes claim!
I am the Land, and I am in the land.
But...with so much blood-shed done.
There is no way to see non-violence
of this land through the blood stain.
This Land is for peace and harmony,
Not for dispute and chaos that is occurring.
This land has been always pure and non-violent!
When will you understand the pain?
When will the drops of blood,
stop falling onto the Land?
You both are on the same coin,
Isreal on one side, Palestine on the other.
Why do you fight like uncontrolled children?
With no care towards each other, nor
towards me, which I am there.
When will there be a solution among you?
To end the death and destruction of this land?
When will you realize, it is time?
For you to settle your conflicts, settle your lives.
To put an end to the harm, which you are causing,
Each others' brothers, sisters and children!
In the Land that is truly owned by none.
For I am the only one who takes claim!
I am the Land, and I am in the land.
But...with so much blood-shed done.
There is no way to see non-violence
of this land through the blood stain.
This Land is for peace and harmony,
Not for dispute and chaos that is occurring.
This land has been always pure and non-violent!
When will you understand the pain?
When will the drops of blood,
stop falling onto the Land?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Lake Of Darkness
There I am in a boat ona lake of darkness.
Rowing in a direction that is unknown.
As I row, I try to find some bearing of where I am.
I notice that there is a lantern on a long pole to shine the way.
But it seems only that the light shines on the boat.
No reflection off the water, no radiating out into the darkness.
An errie feeling comes over me, from all of this.
That I am all alone on this endless lake.
How long will I have to row? Is uncertain. How long have I rowed?
Does anyone know? Here I am in a boat on lake of darkness.
Rowing in a direction that is unknown.
By Darwin Brown
Rowing in a direction that is unknown.
As I row, I try to find some bearing of where I am.
I notice that there is a lantern on a long pole to shine the way.
But it seems only that the light shines on the boat.
No reflection off the water, no radiating out into the darkness.
An errie feeling comes over me, from all of this.
That I am all alone on this endless lake.
How long will I have to row? Is uncertain. How long have I rowed?
Does anyone know? Here I am in a boat on lake of darkness.
Rowing in a direction that is unknown.
By Darwin Brown
The Soaring Hawk
Drifting high in the open sky,
Like a cloud on a brisk day.
Having no care, just looking for fare.
Searching here, searching there, seeing all.
The wind sails him with gentleness,
Like a leaf mimicing his every move.
With a quick tilt of his wings,
A new path is composed.
continuing on his journey,
To float ever endlessly up in the air.
By Darwin Brown 3-31-05
Like a cloud on a brisk day.
Having no care, just looking for fare.
Searching here, searching there, seeing all.
The wind sails him with gentleness,
Like a leaf mimicing his every move.
With a quick tilt of his wings,
A new path is composed.
continuing on his journey,
To float ever endlessly up in the air.
By Darwin Brown 3-31-05
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Holiday Season
This year I hope that everyone can have a great and safe holiday season! For me it is going to be a great holiday. I strive to make this Christmas in good spirits. Enjoying time with my family and friends I have.
The only thing I wish for is peace in the world for one day and that day is Christmas Dec.25th. Let's not have any hostile actions against another human being of this world for that one day!
I believ e in the human race that we can just do that for the 24 hours of that day. God bless and Merry Christmas to the world!
The only thing I wish for is peace in the world for one day and that day is Christmas Dec.25th. Let's not have any hostile actions against another human being of this world for that one day!
I believ e in the human race that we can just do that for the 24 hours of that day. God bless and Merry Christmas to the world!
Christmas Laugh
For years Santa could not think of a saying when he delivered the Christmas presents out in the Christmas night.
Then…it came to him!
It was the night before Christmas that he found his wife in bed with of his elves. Did he finally have his saying.
When he had seen his with the three elves. Santa said,"Ho, Ho, Ho".
Which he was referring to Mrs. Claus, and no one else.
So…every Christmas in the night when you hear Santa saying "HO, Ho, HO".
It is not for you or me, but for him to remind himself that he lives with a Ho.
"Merry Christmas!"
"HO, HO, HO"
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