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		<title>Fear</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This product of thousands of years of evolution felt quite resistant to physical distress perhaps due to its purpose in life. However, almost immediately after the unidentified object made contact with its solid surface and even though its structural integrity was not in any danger whatsoever, her subconscious mind declared a state of emergency. Accordingly, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4GVLd2lKzI/SMmI3cQ6hpI/AAAAAAAABYI/Eia6UM35nEI/s1600-h/thumbz__Fear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244873727110973074" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4GVLd2lKzI/SMmI3cQ6hpI/AAAAAAAABYI/Eia6UM35nEI/s200/thumbz__Fear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="drop">T</span>his product of thousands of years of evolution felt quite resistant to physical distress perhaps due to its purpose in life.</p>
<p>However, almost immediately after the unidentified object made contact with its solid surface and even though its structural integrity was not in any danger whatsoever, her subconscious mind declared a state of emergency. Accordingly, all her internal organs switched to a different mode of operation. The frequency of her heart’s contractions increased and glands throughout her body produced all sorts of enzymes that made her more alert. Her senses thus became more sensitive, her brain sped up and so her conscious mind was under the impression that everything slowed down.</p>
<p><em>Photo courtesy of </em><a href="http://seastonemassage.com/"><em>seastonemassage.com</em></a><em>.</em></p>
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		<title>Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Betrayal. It’s the worst possible feeling. We live in a cruel world in which most people carry knives so that they can backstab their friends. It is sad. One would assume that when people experience betrayal they are less likely to bestow it upon another. However, that assumption is flawed. Betrayal spawns revenge and revenge [...]]]></description>
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<p><span class="drop">B</span>etrayal. It’s the worst possible feeling. We live in a cruel world in which most people carry knives so that they can backstab their friends. It is sad.</p>
<p>One would assume that when people experience betrayal they are less likely to bestow it upon another. However, that assumption is flawed. Betrayal spawns revenge and revenge is just another form of betrayal. Unless stopped early enough, it turns into a self-sustaining vicious circle that can only breed sadness.</p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo courtesy of <a href="http://strange.blogia.com/">strange.blogia.com</a>.</span></p>
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		<title>The Dilemma</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He didn’t even need to call a cab. It was already there as if the driver was silently supportive of his decision. The truth was that the process worked like clockwork – cab drivers knew that there will be an “increased activity” around the hall, so they acted accordingly – it had nothing to do [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="drop">H</span>e didn’t even need to call a cab. It was already there as if the driver was silently supportive of his decision. The truth was that the process worked like clockwork – cab drivers knew that there will be an “increased activity” around the hall, so they acted accordingly – it had nothing to do with him. Although he was fully aware of that fact, he let out a smile – is this a sign? He doesn’t believe in superstitions and so the smile quickly faded, but he couldn’t help but wonder: is this the right thing for him to do?</p>
<p>He had some time to kill at the bus station, so by mere observation he tried to find out if some other passengers shared his feelings. Even though most faces were familiar to him, he couldn’t read a single one. At the same time, the Preacher was trying to read him. They shared a lot, so the Preacher quickly realized what was going on. Surprisingly, he just stood there starring at him. The Preacher, the one who seemed always ready to advise his friends, was silent.</p>
<p>When they departed, he got that strange déjà-vu feeling. A little more than a year ago, the Preacher was also silent. However, the situation was different. On one hand, he didn’t really have a choice, and on the other his feelings were not the same.</p>
<p>The dilemma occupied his mind throughout his trip. Although he believed that the best way to solve a problem is to ask for help, he didn’t want to do it out of fear that he might hurt those he cares about most.</p>
<p>Towards the end of his trip the Preacher finally spoke: “The cards have been dealt, my friend. You can either risk and play, or fold and hope you’ll have better luck next time. I would take both the players and the pot into consideration before making my final decision.” What the Preacher was actually saying was pretty obvious: you have to analyze all the variables before making a decision and once you do there’s no point in contemplating about it.</p>
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