|English and Four Teens (standard:other, 5484 words)|
|Author: Sonny Harman||Added: Mar 12 2004||Views/Reads: 1942/1201||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Four teens team up to write on every subject they feel needs to be explored--philosophy, religion, faith, science, government, you name it, we probably discussed it.|
OROLONPLDN@COMCAST.NET HARMANS@WRITING.COM EMAIL ME WITH YOUR COMMENTS PLEASE! Here's how the world began: . That's it. That is the reason for existence, faith, death, and calculus. No really, it is. That's how four college-bound seniors summed it up. I would know. I'm one of them. Had they answered any differently, I would have had to call them liars to their faces. NO ONE KNOWS. GROW UP. So we did. We didn't know, but we could speculate. And we did. This is what this book added up to: the exploration of the universe and all of its mysteries by a bunch of geeks. Nerds. You read me? Good. Enjoy. It started as an English project, and took on a life of its own. Page after page, line after line, we four wrote the meaning of life. Or at least its meaning to us. Screw the rest of the world. We're teenagers, we don't care. It started as a joke, mostly, one of us poking holes in another's argument about morals and ethics, someone else arguing an entire period about the way time is going forwards instead of backwards and how time travel would be impossible. Or so they think. I think they're wrong. Then that crazy English teacher, who shall remain nameless, proposed the project of a lifetime: produce art, spread it to the world, get an A. That simple. An hour later, we concocted a plan to spread our doctrine into the universe. And here we are. Right here, right now. As you read this, read the meaning behind the words. We are writing about every facet of our beliefs, our emotions, our minds, and our hearts. We are bearing it all in this one work of art, this one cover-to-cover journey into the psyche of an average, college-bound, senior high, profoundly absent of normalcy, geek. Read and understand. You or your child may be one of us. As you read this, not only are we expanding upon our original ideas, we are growing into more profound human beings. Ideas are the chariots of the mind, guiding in the direction of learning and knowledge. By writing our ideas, not only do we advance our learning, but we aid in the learning of others, just like Chicken Soup for the Soul is supposed to do, only using morals and emotions and lessons for better living as a guide. We're using us. Profound. Very profound. And by using ourselves in such a way, we not only expand our learning, we gain a better understanding of ourselves and each other. Also profound. There's a flip-side to this book, too. We don't know what we're writing about either. Each one of us writes a page. I took the first. As each page is finished, it is passed on to the next writer, who takes that page and that page alone and writes a second page. That second page is sent to the third person, who writes the third page without ever seeing the first page. He only has knowledge of the page written before his. There are four of us, and we plan to write a number of pages, expanding on each other's ideas as well as starting some of our own. In this way, we draw closer to each other, and become not only closer friends, but faster typers. I'm really slow. The next guy's faster. Really. You should see him. He's a maniac. See? We're closer friends already. I'd tell you to try it yourself, but if you're reading this book, you're probably a geek too. Too bad you don't have many friends to write with. Read on anyway. Read on. NOW. “IN THE BEGINNING there was dark. All the universe was without form. But order was imposed upon the chaos. Stars coalesced, ignited, blazed, and died. A thousand thousand thousand worlds were spun out of dust, in obedience to perfect law. And so it was for a thousand thousand thousand years. And then on a common world, revolving around a common star, life arose. Simple creatures, at least at first, bacteria and plants, evolving into fish, and lizards, and birds, and mice, and apes, and men, and whatever they shall be tomorrow. And there may be more and better worlds that we can't even see. So that's your answer. From apes, from viruses, from an ordinary lump of thrice-processed stellar matter, and finally from nothing.” “But where did the matter come from?” asked the Student. “From God, perhaps. It was always there. Or, more accurately, not Click here to read the rest of this story (478 more lines)
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