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Henry Bibb, Letter to William Gatewood (March 23,1844). In Henry Bibb, Narrative of the Life and Adventures of Henry Bibb, An American Slave, Written by Himself(New York: Published by the Author, 1850; New York: Greenwood Publishing Company/Negro Universities Press, 1969). pp. 176-76....

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David Walker's Appeal, arguably the most radical of all anti-slavery documents, caused a great stir when it was published in September of 1829 with its call for slaves to revolt against their masters. David Walker, a free black originally from the South wrote, ". . .they want us for their slaves, and think nothing of murdering us. . . therefore, if there is an attempt made by us, kill or be killed. . . and believe this, that it is no more harm for you to kill a man who is trying to kill you, than it is for you to take a drink of water when thirsty." Even the outspoken William Lloyd Garrison objected to Walker's approach in an editorial about the Appeal. The goal of the Appeal was to instill pride in its black readers and give hope that change would someday come. It spoke out against colonization, a popular movement that sought to move free blacks to a colony in Africa. America, Walker believed, belonged to all who helped build it. He went even further, stating, "America is more our country than it is the whites -- we have enriched it with our blood and tears." He then asked, "will they drive us from our property and homes, which ...

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Walker's Appeal Preamble Article I. Article II. Article III. Article IV. Garnet's Address to the Slaves of the U.S.

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"THE HORSE THE HARE AND THE CAT" is a simple story of Dottie racing a horse and a hare. Neither wanted to race, The hare bounded away in the opposite direction, and the horse snorted in protest and did not move. Dottie collapsed on the ground, crying loudly, tears streaming down her full cheeks. She closed her eyes. When she suddenly heard a meowing sound, she sprang up and was shocked to see a tiny, helpless kitten covering before a fat frog. The kitten was trembling. Dottie and her friend carried it gently to the house. When Dottie's mother saw it, she exclaimed:- "A kitten! You have a horse, a hare and now...a kitten." "The frog would have gobbled it, mum" sighed Dottie, "we saved it." "Frogs don't eat kittens. What now? Keep it?" Dottie said that she would race it with the horse and the hare after it became an adult. "Oh! so...a race between a horse, a hare, and a cat, eh?" laughed mum, loudly, "That should be interesting."...

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Louise Victorine-Ackermann was a French poet. Her works were originally written in French, in verses and in rhymes. Reading this outstanding work is transcendental. I compare it to walking inside an empty cathedral, sitting by the seaside alone or lying on your back to gaze at the stars on a balmy summer night. I had a unique experience reading My life – First poems – Philosophical poems. I hope you will too. I invite you to enjoy to the last verse this powerful work from Louise-Victorine Ackermann. Also, please read my essay at the end, starting at page 152 – or you may read it first to better appreciate Ackermann’s work....

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What, who, where, when, why, and how are probably the immediate questions to which you’d like to have answers if you’re reading this essay. If you’ve read the section entitled My life, I’m assuming you already have an idea regarding the first four questions and you’re more interested in the last two. Let me start by saying there is no simple and clear-cut answer to any of these questions. But, before I get to the above-mentioned questions, I’d like to take the opportunity to say what this essay is, meaning what kind or what form of essay is it, in addition to being philosophical in terms of content. As far as the form is concerned, it’s two-pronged. First, it’s a dialectic essay. On the several topics addressed, I present a thesis – short but to the point – and an argument. Then I attempt to object to my own argument, to which I object with a counterargument, but then I counter the counterargument with a final and new argument. This is a technique called Chinese dragon strategy. Second, the essay is critical. Like the work itself, my arguments, although protean, revolve around a recurring issue: suffering and pain. The four noble tr...

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TABLE OF CONTENTS Presentation of Louise-Victorine Ackermann……………….………………………………………..........3 About the translation…………………………………………………………………………...………...3 A- Works of Louise-Victorine Ackermann I- My life…………………………………...…………………………………………….........5 II- First poems……………………………………………………………………...…….........13 III- Philosophical poems………………………………………………………………...……..57 B- Philosophical essay (by Fritz Dufour) Prologue……………………………………………………………………………………………...153 Philosophical analysis of Louise-Victorine Ackermann’s work………………………………………..158 1. Love…………………………………………………………………………………….158 a. Eros……………………………………………………………………………..159 b. Philia………………………………………………………………………….....160 c. Agape…………………………………………………………………………...161 d. Love and Ethics………………………………………………………....……….161 e. Pacifism………………………………………………………………………....162 f. Just war theory…………………………………………………………………..164 g. An ethical or moral dilemma…………………………………………………….164 2. Nature…………………………………………………………………………………...168 a. Animism………………………………………………………………………..168 i. Ecosophy……………………………………………………………….169 ii. Deep ecology…………………………………………………………...169 iii. Ecocide-geocide………………………………………………………...

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Marcus is showing Andrea Simpson, the PhD psychologist who counsels hard-core offenders at the women's reformatory, how to construct whirligigs. Andrea, for her part, is teaching the woodworker a thing or two about the human condition....

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A simple way of approximating π

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Easy π approximation

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1 Introduction 2 A Slice of π 2.1 Calculation The Approximation of π 3 An Interesting Thought About π 3.1 Point Dimension 4 Summary References

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Here is an e-book ready for you which has everything that you’ll need to do as an event planner for any scale of an event.

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The scientific and historical miracles of Quran Maybe you have heard that the miracle of the last prophet (Muhammad) is a book named “Quran”. Have you ever had this question that how a book can be a miracle? The Quran has many special features such as scientific matters that could not be written by anyone except Allah 1400 years ago. The book of “Allah’s miracles in the Quran” presents many scientific and historical miracles of the Muslims holy book (Quran). By reading this book, you will notice that the many biggest recent century’s discoveries and scientific theories invented by humans have been mentioned in Quran that was descended to the prophet Muhammad by Allah 1400 years ago. Discoveries and scientific subjects such as: the creation of the universe by Big Bang, expanding universe hypothesis, the creation of stars and galaxies from hot smokes, explanation of this fact that the sun’s light is from itself but the moon’ light is not from itself, description of moon’s orbit, the creation of whole Creatures from water, the movement of Sun, Earth spherical shape, parity in all objects and creatures, the Quran’s pointing for ex...

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BOOK ONE- Allah's Scientific Miracles in the Qur'an THE FORMATION OF THE UNIVERSE THE EXPANDING UNIVERSE THE END OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE BIG CRUNCH CREATION FROM HOT SMOKE THE SEPARATION OF THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH THE STRUCTURAL DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE SUN, THE MOON AND THE STARS THE SUN'S TRAJECTORY THE MOON'S ORBIT THE SPHERICAL EARTH THE WELL-GUARDED SKY MOUNTAINS' ROLE A HUMAN BEING’S CREATION A Drop of Semen The Mixture in the Semen The Sex of the Child The Alaq Clinging to the Uterus The Wrapping of Muscles over the Bones Three Dark Stages of the Baby in the Womb DUALITY IN CREATION THE WEIGHT OF CLOUDS WINDS THAT FECUNDATE THE SEPARATES SEAS THE DARK DEPTHS OF THE SEAS AND INTERNAL WAVES THE REGION RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR MOVEMENTS THE FEMALE HONEY BEE THE MIRACLE OF HONEY THE DATE AND ITS USES AS DESCRIBED IN THE QUR’AN RAIN IN MEASURED AMOUNTS HOW RAIN FORMS THE EXISTENCE OF ANIMAL SOCIETIES ANT COMMUNICATION THE IMPORTANCE OF MOVEMENT IN SLEEP THE PERFECT EQUILIBRIUM IN THE UNIVERSE THE FINE TUNING IN THE UNIVERSE BOOK TWO PREDICTIONS ON THE QUR’AN INTRODUCTION BYZANTINE EMPIRE’S VICTOR...

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Era de nuevo´l final de la primavera, azía calor, un odioso calor. Volví a ser capturado. Le dije a Daru: –Soltáme. –Ándate si cerés –me contestó sabiendo perfectamente c´era lo ce yo no cería escuxar....

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Era de nuevo´l final de la primavera, azía calor, un odioso calor. Volví a ser capturado. Le dije a Daru: –Soltáme. –Ándate si cerés –me contestó sabiendo perfectamente c´era lo ce yo no cería escuxar....

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El dolor no cesaba de martirizarme y otra vez volvió a mí el recuerdo de Míster Hastings. Con gran asombro, descubrí al Bombón Playero encallado cerca del aeropuerto de Roatán, isla abajo. Subí por la proa enterrada en la arena y examiné cada uno de sus rincones. No había rastro de Míster Hastings. Ya en la cabina, pude dar con la bitácora del barco. «Hace treinta años que cerca de estas aguas perdí a mi amigo Narciso Way en las fauces del Gran Segueta», estaba anotado. «Y desde entonces la Niebla no ha cesado de perseguirme». Esto me pareció excesivo: ¿acaso había muerto yo? Seguí dándole vueltas a las hojas; cogí otro diario. «Los ataques de bruma se han incrementado. Gran parte de los marineros han reportado una gran actividad lumínica en los cielos. Bolas de luz que parecen moverse fluidamente en el espacio como si fueran células dentro de citoplasma u otras que simulan bailar en un concierto terrorífico de apariciones espontaneas no renuncian a manifestarse en el firmamento. »Y luego aquellos temblores de tierra que no hacen más que provocar maremotos. Hace un mes se perdió una aldea entera en las costas de Yuca...

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El dolor no cesaba de martirizarme y otra vez volvió a mí el recuerdo de Míster Hastings. Con gran asombro, descubrí al Bombón Playero encallado cerca del aeropuerto de Roatán, isla abajo. Subí por la proa enterrada en la arena y examiné cada uno de sus rincones. No había rastro de Míster Hastings. Ya en la cabina, pude dar con la bitácora del barco. «Hace treinta años que cerca de estas aguas perdí a mi amigo Narciso Way en las fauces del Gran Segueta», estaba anotado. «Y desde entonces la Niebla no ha cesado de perseguirme». Esto me pareció excesivo: ¿acaso había muerto yo? Seguí dándole vueltas a las hojas; cogí otro diario. «Los ataques de bruma se han incrementado. Gran parte de los marineros han reportado una gran actividad lumínica en los cielos. Bolas de luz que parecen moverse fluidamente en el espacio como si fueran células dentro de citoplasma u otras que simulan bailar en un concierto terrorífico de apariciones espontaneas no renuncian a manifestarse en el firmamento. »Y luego aquellos temblores de tierra que no hacen más que provocar maremotos. Hace un mes se perdió una aldea entera en las costas de Yuca...

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I faced the painting. I stared at it. There was the great eye and I concentrated on it. The eye, the great eye, the eye of the abstraction, the enigma, “what nonsense!”. And then, to my amazement, it happened: the great eye abstracted me, and the universe that we know now, seemed finite to me. The ethereal at the disposition of one unique imperative will, mine. From my hands emerged, at my whim, entire worlds, forms, beings, things, space, time and destinations, that my will governed, and all in only one point. I was almighty! Time laid dead in a languid clock over an infinite horizon, populated with floating mountains. There was Lucrecia, radiant, waiting my resolution...

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I faced the painting. I stared at it. There was the great eye and I concentrated on it. The eye, the great eye, the eye of the abstraction, the enigma, “what nonsense!”. And then, to my amazement, it happened: the great eye abstracted me, and the universe that we know now, seemed finite to me. The ethereal at the disposition of one unique imperative will, mine. From my hands emerged, at my whim, entire worlds, forms, beings, things, space, time and destinations, that my will governed, and all in only one point. I was almighty! Time laid dead in a languid clock over an infinite horizon, populated with floating mountains. There was Lucrecia, radiant, waiting my resolution...

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The last thing I remember was a sharp, excruciating pain in the back of my head that shot downward all the way to my feet, rattling my toes. Then the lights went out! When I came to, I found myself lying face down in a thick puddle of gunk and grunge that smelled like the city sewer in mid-July after a week long heat wave. I had been snooping around in an alley-way downtown, a little before sunset. It was dark now, except for a dim light coming through a smudged window that looked like it had not been cleaned since the newspaper head-lines read, “NESS FINALLY NABS CAPONE.”...