assume that you could call me a philosopher of sorts. Not your average Aristotle, but one who has thrived and somehow "lived" through the age of industrial Reason and Philosophy (if you could truely call it "reason", for I believe that we have taken a journey beyond that into a more diluted state of the Ideal). I, as any philosopher that has existed on this Earthly plane, have viewed the life of individuals at a safe distance. A distance that retracts from the mundane and isolates the everlasting soul. Woe is he who is born a philosophee, for there is little enjoyment for this soul that is eternally restricted to minimal enactment with fellow human entities! It is a lonely eternal (and internaly external) existance, one of which can never be proclaimed as an honest "living". Though my conjecture is perhaps...difficult to follow, please bear with me, for I am a philosopher in a philosophic state of mind and being. I RELISH, mind you, Relish in the instant thought of knowledge. Knowledge can now be obtained through the means of an intricuit web of misleading information through the internet. Knowledge is Readily available to the common (and uncommon) man. But does this fountain of information allow room for one to THINK? For thought, my friends, is the process of processing information, not soley retaining it.

Books, the origional source of Education, have been dissappearing from our less-than-natural society. What with the dissappearance of books, there may be no traditional way of forming thoughts. If I were of a correctly educated person, I would be scribing this in something more lasting and wholesome. But, being of a technologically educated and perhaps...destroyed person, I will post this in this easily diminished form. Society has become less inclined and much to lethargic to focus on thinking and personal education. With knowledge so readily available, where is the need to Think? Apparently, the thinking has already been done in ages gone past, thus those ideas will be in essence, borrowed and recycled by today's "Great Minds". Origionality no longer exists in it's pure form, for what new can be gleaned? Origionality is only a farce, for the true Origional was already done, and thus embelished upon by the modern man and woman.

Why has society been drawn soley to the "material"? Because there is no other venue left to place the mind upon. We have become models of the machines in which we build. Models of thoughtlessness and singularity. There is no "Whole" only the wretched individual and what he or she ownes. We live to be judged and are more than happy to Judge individuals that do not fit in as a part of our disemboweled mechanics.

In conclusion I state: Woe to society! Woe to the Common Man! Woe to the loss of Thought and Reason! Woe to this lackluster existance in a purposeless State! and finally...Woe to the "Clicker Age" Philosopher whose voice can not be heard through the want of the Material!

Yours in the Search of True Thought,

FINIS

I love him, but I am such an idiot. Can anyone understand the struggle that we go through every day? Where our hearts yearn to be close, but time and distance betray us? No. No one can know. There is always fear hidden between the lines. Fear of betrayal, fear of doubt, and fear of fear itself. That fear is the worst poison known to man. It can destroy purity and happiness with one single drought. I have let go of that fear, as much of it as I can.

Honesty knows that a blackened smudge of it will still remain on our hearts, no matter how much we wash it away. Love can be strong enough to conquer it all. I believe this. I believe that we can win. If anger overtakes us, and one falters, then we are both aware that the one who falls will suffer the most anguish. In the end, each will be destroyed by it.

So I tell the world now, that I am IN LOVE! I know, because I feel it in my heart! I feel the pain and the anguish of it...both of which are more real to me than the slice of a knife against flesh. It has been almost two years, and it has not grown cold. I still feel it blazing like Dante's flames, it burns the both of us right to the core. We are one now, man and woman, engulfed in the endless spans of time and space. Until we touch, we will wander as ghosts, caught between the metererial and the ethereal. I still believe that we will prevail, that in the end, our struggles will be rewarded.

I love him...and I know this.
FINIS.

Until the Last one Dies,
Your Heather

 

Lady Aine Cliodonha Caerwen was born in the 1540's to Lord Aidan Caerwen and Lady Eilish Rhiannon Caerwen. Lady Aine's parents ruled over Drinagh Ford in Wexford Ireland and lived comfortably in Killiane Castle. Her mother taught her and her ten- year-old sister Lady Brida Darina Caerwen to care for the castle.and run daily preceedings and chores smoothly. Lady Eilish Rhiannon Caerwen died in childbirth when Lady Aine was at the age of 15. The baby survived and was named Murigen Slaine, becoming Lady Aine's second younger sister. Lady Aine was devestated by the death of her mother, but had new duties to fulfill. She is now the heiress to Drinagh Ford and all of it's responsibilities. The English at this time, are a large threat to her and her family, and she must make sure that her family will maintain the ford, meaning that they must stay in the good graces of the English.
Meanwhile, Lady Aine's father is growing old and bitter, angry at the loss of his wife and fear of losing the ford. He is beginning to show sighns of sickness, and the family fears his death. Lady Aine must now care for her two younger sisters and her ailing father, and also the ford itself. Determained to learn everything about the place that she is soon to rule, Lady Aine begins to take often risky ventures outside of Killiane Castle. Knowing that Ladies are not accepted by the common folk, she often decides to exchange her elaborate skirts for a boys tunic and tights to avoid being noticed. By becoming a boy known simply as Shea , she is now able to learn swordplay, metalworking, woodcarving, and hunting with a bow and arrow. Unfortunately, she learns the addictive qualities of Mead and Whisky; which create some fairly interesting events to take place. She will don the clothing of a gypsy or a servant girl, anything that will pertain to the specific situation that she is in. She is a Lady, strong and determained to keep her family together at all costs. One fine summers day, a battle broke out upon County Wexford. Aine awoke to the shout of a bedraggled group of brave Musketteers. She quickly ordered the Bealtuinn Free Company of Foote into castle Killian so that she could give them aid, shelter, and rest. There she met Liam Elliot, a bright, fascinating, and ambitious young lad. He had been wounded in his last battle, and Aine, being fascinated by this man, decided to care for him. As Liam regained his strength, he told her tales of battles and his journey's throught Scotland and Ireland. Aine quickly fell in love with the tales and made a firm descision to join the Company to pay off the English in order to maintain her family's ford. The night that the company left, Lady Aine donned her boys clothing, cut her hair with a dagger, and grabbed her fathers muskette and sword. With little but a note left behind, Aine rode out to catch up with the company, who was only a few miles down the road. Aine presented herself as Shea, nothing but a young boy from the Ford. The company laughed at the appearance of such a young and skinny boy attempting to join such a dangerous proffession. Aine requested that Captain Seamus allow her to fight one of the men in order to prove herself. Captain Seamus agreed, allowing Liam Elliot to test Shea's skills. Liam and Shea met sword-to-sword, neither missing the other's advances. In the end, a draw was issued, and Captain Seamus allowed Shea to join the Company. Aine removed her hat and said to the bewildered captain, "I present myself in servitude to you and the Bealtuinne Free Company, not as Shea, but as Lady Aine Cliodonha Caerwen."
Captain Séamus O'Howley agreed to allow her in the company, in order to save his neck and out of sheer love of the lady's bravery.
Lady Aine and Liam spent many days together, and grew close very quickly. Shortly after, they fell deeply in love. Liam is known as "Shea's Protector" and Bealtuinn's "Determined Guardian" with his battle ax always at the ready.
From then on, Lady Aine has had many exciting adventures, ones that continue to be written to this very day.

Sadly I won't be airing until next semester due to a complete lack of time and the fact that my profs are slave drivers. So keep yourselves busy till' then. I will keep you posted.

Listen for me next Wednesday ( March 28, 2007) at 8:00 as I make a guest appearence on WCLH 90.7 with DJ Unit on the After Hours Mix!!

Catch the stream at:

http://www.wclh.org/stream.php

I will be making random guest appearences throughout the remainder of the semester, so keep checking back for posts!

And next semester...MY OWN SHOW!