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2HousePlague · 05-19-2006, 04:44 AM

You should not have yielded so quickly. The way the question was first posed was the best. "How many of you believe in Expression?" Not, what is expression, or do you have expression in a box?

This has a lot to do with your other thread, the one about "Why am I poor?"

In this case, we are wondering a little bit about what may be inside every person, that is 100% them. We are wondering whether it is possible to survive, to prosper(?) and preserve all that is unique within you. Your "Expression", so to speak. To "BELIEVE" in Expression is to answer "Yes, it is possible."

Another thread got me in bookish kinda mood -- lol There's a great story I read when I was in highschool that cuts to the heart of this "Expression" issue. Beyond wondering if it is possible to triumph as "your-un-adulterated-self", this very short story goes on to insist its provocative answer at the end, with a staggering conviction. In a nutshell: "They will never leave you alone, they will never stop until you destroy them."

I offer you Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut

THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren?t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.

Some things about living still weren?t quite right, though. April, for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron?s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.

It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn?t think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn?t think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains... more

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05-19-2006, 04:44 AM
2HousePlague CURATOR Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: the attic Posts: 14,572	You should not have yielded so quickly. The way the question was first posed was the best. "How many of you believe in Expression?" Not, what is expression, or do you have expression in a box? This has a lot to do with your other thread, the one about "Why am I poor?" In this case, we are wondering a little bit about what may be inside every person, that is 100% them. We are wondering whether it is possible to survive, to prosper(?) and preserve all that is unique within you. Your "Expression", so to speak. To "BELIEVE" in Expression is to answer "Yes, it is possible." Another thread got me in bookish kinda mood -- lol There's a great story I read when I was in highschool that cuts to the heart of this "Expression" issue. Beyond wondering if it is possible to triumph as "your-un-adulterated-self", this very short story goes on to insist its provocative answer at the end, with a staggering conviction. In a nutshell: "They will never leave you alone, they will never stop until you destroy them." I offer you Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren?t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Some things about living still weren?t quite right, though. April, for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron?s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn?t think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn?t think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains... more 2hp __________________ tada!