Scott: Memory - a poem about legacy
If there is one thing left after we’re gone,
one small thing that matters,
even an echo in a canyon,
even a faint scent on a breeze,
then we haven’t lived in vain,
have we?
Elena: Cimmy’s Garden - excerpt from the novel The Garden
Such was the beauty of Cimmy’s garden, and how proud she was of it! It was the most beautiful place on earth, she thought, this walled garden of hers, this heavenly shelter in the middle of existence, this place where everything was flawless.
Scott: The Plant - A Steampunk Story - excerpt from Chapter 3 - The Beanstalk
There was a place inside this knot of metal limbs from which he could see the entire manifold branching overhead; it made him feel that as small as he was, compared to this enormous metal monster, he was the soul in the machine, the essential component that allowed the whole system to work.
Julia: Because I’m Me - a celebration of being
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to touch the sunset,
and walk at ease under a silver moon.
Julie: The Unreality - excerpt from the novel The Gates of Horn and Ivory
You can’t assert nothing is real while taking in reality through your senses.
Nothing is what you thought, nothing is permanent, nothing has fixed meaning, but everything is very much real, because this is what real is: whatever you perceive, think and feel at the time.