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Introduction
"Are we breathing the same air as our ancestors?
Yes.
There is an old example of the principle of large numbers which tells us that molecules are so very small and the atmosphere so very large,
that every single breath you take contains at least one molecule (statistically speaking) from Caesar's last breath
—and for that matter, every other breath he ever took, and every breath taken by everyone who ever lived before."
- Quora Science
Yes.
There is an old example of the principle of large numbers which tells us that molecules are so very small and the atmosphere so very large,
that every single breath you take contains at least one molecule (statistically speaking) from Caesar's last breath
—and for that matter, every other breath he ever took, and every breath taken by everyone who ever lived before."
- Quora Science
Every fable read to a child as their tired eyes blinked.
Every angry shouting match that can be heard through walls.
Every lovers admission of moans or passion.
Every 'I love you'.
Every 'I hate you'
Right there, waiting against our lips.
Stories, writing (if I dare call my gibberish that), and other art, have always been a form of oxygen to me.
It had always filled my lungs with ideas, dreams, and ways to get out of this o' so dreary world we live in.
So, I come to places like this to extend my hand in offer and request.
I ask of some to take a moment to sit beside me.
I ask of the few, that I can place into an already busy life, to see the world as I do.
However, I greedily urge, enjoin, and implore that all take a moment to breathe...
... and to feast upon every story written.
May you find your pen never dry.
L.H.
Every angry shouting match that can be heard through walls.
Every lovers admission of moans or passion.
Every 'I love you'.
Every 'I hate you'
Right there, waiting against our lips.
Stories, writing (if I dare call my gibberish that), and other art, have always been a form of oxygen to me.
It had always filled my lungs with ideas, dreams, and ways to get out of this o' so dreary world we live in.
So, I come to places like this to extend my hand in offer and request.
I ask of some to take a moment to sit beside me.
I ask of the few, that I can place into an already busy life, to see the world as I do.
However, I greedily urge, enjoin, and implore that all take a moment to breathe...
... and to feast upon every story written.
May you find your pen never dry.
L.H.
Male Writer - Been rambling for many years - Dark, scary, twisted plots, schemes, stories, and fables.
Multi-Paragraph / Novella poster.
Multi-Paragraph / Novella poster.
