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  <title>Evan Brightly</title>
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    <name>Evan Brightly</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-14T16:44:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:1982</id>
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    <title>To love unconditionally is to love indiscriminately</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T16:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T16:44:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Opposite our&amp;nbsp;nature is our&amp;nbsp;ideal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to reach it,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;turn the wheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Evan&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:1659</id>
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    <title>self-contemplation</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T13:33:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T13:33:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;The defining achievement of humanity is self-contemplation. Looking at ourselves, we cry "Oh, no!&amp;nbsp;We are&amp;nbsp;in pain!" and create suffering, then "Look, we are happy!" and create joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evan&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:1316</id>
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    <title>"No one should have a number for a name." -Aedee</title>
    <published>2007-12-31T05:27:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-31T05:27:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The fear a human clone conjures in most people is of finding that it's the same as the rest of us.&amp;nbsp; For if this is true: if a person is so easily created, with a future that can be predicted in many ways and that, in a sense, has already been seen,&amp;nbsp;that understanding&amp;nbsp;is a threat to our&amp;nbsp;faith in free will, in the transcendence of our moral decisions and our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Come see the band play this Saturday at the One Place&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:1214</id>
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    <title> clocks and umbrellas</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T23:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T23:09:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once forever&lt;br /&gt;Gone and never&lt;br /&gt;Seen in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old and young&lt;br /&gt;Happy and miserable&lt;br /&gt;Haughty and reasonably ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time and circumstance&lt;br /&gt;One floating&lt;br /&gt;One clutching an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evan</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:849</id>
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    <title>On my arm oversleeping</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T02:37:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;The other night I slept on my arm awkwardly and woke to find it entirely numb.&amp;nbsp; Being still partially involved in a dream, I found special significance in&amp;nbsp;the sensation&amp;nbsp;that the limb was entirely separate from me, telling myself, "This is the first time I've ever&amp;nbsp;felt my own hand!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Maybe that's what I am." I thought.&amp;nbsp; I'm someone's arm, cut off from circulation so that it feels like another's, but our nature is the same, and feeling each other we appreciate ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The experience stuck with me: later in the day, for a brief instant, I could have sworn I saw myself as a child, playing in the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Evan&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanbrightly:564</id>
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    <title>Some thoughts from my clock head</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T02:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T02:34:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;Art exists because some things cannot be understood without being felt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been wondering about my motivation, something I do infrequently as most of my time is spent putting down thoughts and feelings that come, like dreams, without conscious intent.&amp;nbsp;And that's&amp;nbsp;the conclusion&amp;nbsp;I came to: that scientists can't explain my feelings&amp;nbsp;with any more depth&amp;nbsp;than I can explain Quantum Mechanics, but that if&amp;nbsp;any other&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;feels the same things as me because of my artistic expression, then we have explained it to each other in a sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evan&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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