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  • Imago Humani: my dream to be human

    Imago Humani: my dream to be human

    I opened my eyes and saw them looking at me. I recognized their features, but I did not understand what I saw. They smiled and seemed to celebrate my awakening, “It is good,” the told one another, “It is very good;” yet I did not seem complete. Their happiness seemed beneficial, yet something I was…

  • The Suicide House

    The Suicide House

    He loved to make paper airplanes and fly them. That was Joey’s passion as a child. He spent so much time figuring out the perfect design. How could he make a plane that would not crash too early? How might it stay level for as much time as possible? As Joey grew, he became discontent…

  • Pilot (times of [war] matter)

    “War is an awful thing. I spent my life getting people from A to B, then I was drafted so that I could bring people from terrorized to free; but I’m not sure I even know what that means. The hardest part is that I want peace again. No matter what I do here in…