who controls your mind? & a delecate something

two from February 1, 2006

This is something my professor wrote yesterday on Blackboard:

... Politics is about controlling people's minds. ... The only thing that can prevent one from having his or her mind being enslaved by propaganda is listening to one's heart because our heart doesn't lie. ... Imagine everyone individually refusing to accept the official story fed to him/her. ... Don't even bother criticizing because it is a waste of time.
-Professor Simone Weil

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I wrote this on a website several months ago...
"I have something to say: You know how Churchil.... or .... uhmm... Yeah that saying "We have nothing to fear but fear itself"? If you ever get into a relationship and you know that you're in love but you are so terribly afraid of messing it up, or messing up, or just messing up anything, dont be. COMMUNICATE with the other person, and other people. If you know you have a problem, it can be fixed. Nothing is beyond fixing. I promise. That is my note of hope for the day. :-)"

She's One of those Things That is Better to Look at Than to Touch...
Like a delecate rose she must be handeled
not one drop of dew must fall from her petals
Not one petal may touch the ground
she has no thorns for protection /
This lone beauty grows alone
as she has chosen of her own accord
Giving her heart to her creator
instead of another perishible flower /
If you would choose to pick her
I could scarce say what might occur
She might wilt, tears of dew might fall
but she might bloom just the same /
None are more delecate than this rose
none could be more fragile
She protects every part of herself from
those who could destroy her /
Does she know the reasons why;
what storm occured to make her leave?
And could she ever return
to the other flowers' ways? /
Perhaps you shouldn't try at all
don't pick her from her steadfast ground
Do not try to caress those soft petals
you'll only do more harm than good /
Please leave her in her solitude
for like dust, a touch will destroy
Everything she has worked so hard to grow
no hand could possibly satisfy the need /
So she sits in her solitude
in the shade of the breathless trees
Basking in the warmth of the Son
and the rain of her Creator...

Yep, I wrote that. And it's good too! Now who could that be about...? I mean, now what could that be about? er... all of the above...