Sleep, son
Vincent Ogoti Sleep, son.You cannot wrestle the night,nor wring miracles from the dark.Even stars must dim to be born anew.Lay down your…
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The Eternal Tug-of-War
There is a haunting paradox about human nature that I have often contemplated, and it became particularly pronounced tonight when…
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Waited. perched high ‘ver moon Twirled fingers eyes horizon splashing shadows ‘ver cast. Spectacle for our generation Cast dream ‘ver…
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Miranda Fricker explores the concept of epistemic injustice in the context of testimonial practice and argues that the virtue of…
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