Suicide and the Death of Beauty

*As a major disclaimer: This post will be negatively critiquing the act of suicide. However, it in no way is meant to diminish or attack the individual character of those who struggle with it, have attempted it, have lost a loved one to it, or have actually committed it. I will be painting with a... Continue Reading →

The Dehumanizing Irony of the Oppressor

In C.S. Lewis's novel, Til We Have Faces, he states that, “No herd of other beasts, gathered together, has so ugly a voice as Man.” Recently, I read through quite a bit of African American literature depicting the raw horrors surrounding so much of their history with this nation.  Torture. Abuse. Rape. Murder. Genocide.  Slave... Continue Reading →

The Irreducible Glory of a Human Life

This article contains spoilers for A Tale of Two Cities, The Awakening, The Sorrows of Young Werther, and Death of a Salesman. Lately, the topic of suicide, or more accurately, the story of suicide, has unintentionally permeated my reading. It has been cast in many forms, from the not so suicidal, yet still self-inflicted death... Continue Reading →

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