Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
Murphy Brown: What is it with us? Why can't we take the easy road once in awhile?
Avery Brown: Because it's boring and dishonest and uncomfortable, like wearing a pair of shoes all day that pinch your feet.
I was always quite taken with my mommy, and I still am.
My first word was "mama".
After that I rapidly started throwing around big words in intricate sentences.
Never really had the "baby language", because my parents never spoke to me like that.
One of my first memories is when my father explains the meaning of the word "adjust".
Not that it's the hardest word or so, but I was maybe two to two and a half, hanging around the garage.
Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come
I don't know what my first words were, but I remember that, as a toddler, I took great pride in knowing difficult words. I love my dad who never dumbed his speech down. In kindergarten, I loved (and often said) these words:
"zwaartekracht" = gravitational force (I still love the word. The literal meaning is "heaviness force" and I understood it as "the force which makes things heavy")
"middelpuntvliedende kracht" = centrifugal force (Dad! Why didn't you correct me on that one?)
"atalanta" (a sort of butterfly)
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I'm female. I just can't draw women