I have seen salmon swimming upstream to spawn even with their eyes pecked out. Even as they are dying, as their flesh is falling away from their spines, I have seen salmon fighting to protect their nests. I have seen them push up creeks so small that they rammed themselves across the gravel. I have seen them swim upstream with huge chunks bitten out of their bodies by bears. Salmon are incredibly driven to spawn. They will not give up. This gives me hope.
I would think the correlation between an era of increased globalization and an increased desire to participate in an entrepreneurial endeavor is not a coincidence. When interconnectedness is at a peak due to technological advances, the ability to spawn something new is slightly easier.
He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.
Horror fiction seems to spawn more dumbass 'rules' than any other kind of writing, and one of the dumbest is the assumed 'requirement' of a twist ending, going all the way back to H.H. Munro. This story is also the result of a long rumination on how stories are sometimes scuttled or diminished by succumbing to such 'rules'.
David J. Schow
My people have a legend of the Dayslayer. It says that Artemis chose one of our own to be her personal guard. More beloved than any of her people, the Dayslayer has no known vulnerability. Once he's unleashed, his goal is destroy Dark-Hunters. (Spawn) So you're telling me he's the Bogeyman? (Zarek)
If you are religious, you believe that your religion is the 'right' one-and, in many cases, all others will be sent to hell. Similarly, a nationalist believes his or her nation is better or more advanced-and a racist believes that an inherent difference between each race make his or her ethnicity superior. All of these ideologies spawn the hate, philosophical disagreements, and prejudices that have been the catalysts for various atrocious acts throughout history.
David G. McAfee
If you are religious, you believe that your religion is the 'right' one""and, in many cases, all others will be sent to hell. Similarly, a nationalist believes his or her nation is better or more advanced""and a racist believes that an inherent difference between each race make his or her ethnicity superior. All of these ideologies spawn the hate, philosophical disagreements, and prejudices that have been the catalysts for various atrocious acts throughout history.
David G. McAfee
Dawn's Spawn: Cause and Effect Criticizing the next generation reflects on us. We hold the power to carve out good citizens who will take over the planet and wrest control from us. Step up with your hammer and chisel to create a defined character. Give up your cowardly position as friend and brave the battle of good parenting. Kamil Ali
The devil's spirit's trapped inside me. My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is Rain Man. So I keep conjuring (demons), sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn (Satan) from. I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying. Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head.
What I really wanted... wasn't fame. All I wanted was to know... whether or not I should've been born. Huff... I can't even shout anymore. Luffy, listen to my next words carefully. Tell everybody what I say to you. Pops!! Fellow pirates!! And... Luffy... I've always been such a hopeless person... huff huff... I was demon spawn... the son of the devil!! Thank you... for loving me!!
Portugas D. Ace
Rushing to optimize before the bottlenecks are known may be the only error to have ruined more designs than feature creep. From tortured code to incomprehensible data layouts, the results of obsessing about speed or memory or disk usage at the expense of transparency and simplicity are everywhere. They spawn innumerable bugs and cost millions of man-hours - often, just to get marginal gains in the use of some resource much less expensive than debugging time
Eric S. Raymond
We must take our Will and place it face to face with Wisdom, this will spawn Understanding, we will then feel and reflect Mercy and Loving Kindness but we must remember to keep this with Severity and Strength, this will bring us into Harmony with True Beauty and give us a sense of Victory. Victory then sends it's Glory and Splendor which in return gives us a Foundation of Power to ultimately reach our eternal Kingdom
Leif Ericsson Leo Veness
How to forgive a murderer? First, by differentiating his sufferings from his exploitation of death to ease them. For his sufferings - greed, jealousy, frustration - he will need reeducation, support and, compassion. For our outrage about murder, we need to examine deeply our faith in death. As long as we collectively believe that death has power over life, we will spawn deluded, self-appointed little gods who want that power.
D. Patrick Miller
What's your name, lad?" "Newton. Newton Pulsifer." "LUCIFER? What's that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?" "That's Pulsifer," explained Newton. "With a P. I don't know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey." The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.
Please believe in THE POWER OF ONE. One person can make an enormous difference in the world. One person - actually, one idea - can start a war, or end one, or subvert an entire power structure. One discovery can cure a disease or spawn new technology to benefit or annihilate the human race. You as ONE individual can change millions of lives. Think big. Do not limit your vision and do not ever compromise your dreams or ideals.
But it was for your own good." "" Nick "So's the spanking I'm about to give you." "" Cherise "I'm too big to spank." "" Nick "Fine, you're grounded until your grandkids are old." "" Cherise "Kind of hard to do. How am I supposed to have grandkids if I'm grounded?" "" Nick "Precisely my point, you demon spawn. You're never going to get off restriction." "" Cherise
Poetic justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play: How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.
Why travel to the Moon or Mars if we only continue our wars there with Russia or China or Africa? Why build rockets at all? For fun? For adventure? Or is this the same process that sends the salmons back upstream year after year to spawn and die - a subliminal urge in mankind to spread, in self-preservation, to the stars? Are we then secretly fearful that one day the sun might freeze and the the earth grow cold or the sun explode in a terrific thermal cataclysm and burn down our house of cards?
The left's obsession with corporations as a spawn of evil is pathological paranoia. A corporation is just one form of organizing a private business enterprise for purposes of limiting personal liability, issuing stock, filing financial reports and paying taxes. Other forms include partnerships and sole proprietorships. Are they less evil? You buy your groceries from corporations, your cars, newspapers, cellphones, clothing and exercise equipment. Your parents and children work for corporations. Are they evil?
Think outside the box? Indeed. But to add balance to that, one should not in the process forget what the inside of the box looks like as well. Those who are best at thinking outside the box do it not to puff themselves up, but to see how small they really are. As a contented fish in its fish tank appears to have a small, boring existence to us, imagine a larger, more perceptive kingdom (even by scientific taxonomy) to whom our contented existences may appear to be small and boring. This is where true creativity and massive perceptive abilities spawn a sense of intellectual humility; the kind which God adores.
Put the case that he lived in an atmosphere of evil, and that all he saw of children was their being generated in great numbers for certain destruction. Put the case that he often saw children solemnly tried at a criminal bar, where they were held up to be seen; put the case that he habitually knew of their being imprisoned, whipped, transported, neglected, cast out, qualified in all ways for the hangman, and growing up to be hanged. Put the case that pretty nigh all the children he saw in his daily business life he had reason to look upon as so much spawn, to develop into the fish that were to come to his net, -to be prosecuted, defended, forsworn, made orphans, bedevilled somehow.
She took one look at Alessandro and Bree and placed a hand on her chest. 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Francesca, lass. Is that you?' And then she fainted. 'Holy shit!' Bree rushed to the fallen nun's side, ignoring Sister McReady's scowl of disapproval at her language. 'Mommy! You killed da penguin lady!' Will cried out in surprise. Bree lightly slapped the old woman's face and felt a rush of relief when the Mother Superior stirred. The last thing she needed on her conscience was a dead nun. The old woman's blue eyes opened and anger filled them when her gaze shifted to Alessandro. 'You. You spawn of the devil. Why don't ye take yerself back where ye came from and leave our poor Francesca alone?' 'Oh, Mother Superior, yer confused is all. Come now. On yer feet, mum, ' Sister McReady said helping the old woman up. 'Uh, I'm sorry. Sister. Francesca was my great aunt. My name is Bree.' 'Bree? Jaysus but it's a ridiculous resemblance it is, ' the old woman panted, holding her chest. 'And you?' She asked turning to Alessandro. 'Of course yer not Adriano Dardano, of course but I'll be a drunken fairy if yer not the spitting image of that demon of temptation, sent to corrupt our poor Francesca. Such a good girl she was, ' Sister Brannigan murmured, tears filling her eyes. 'Such a good girl.
BEYOND TWO THOUSAND IN THE FUTURE WARS BEYOND THE LIMITS OF OUR MIND CENTRAL COMPUTER THAT CONTROL AND KNOW THE SIMPLE WEAKNESS OF MANKIND HUMANOID LIVING IN A STRUCTURED WILL WALKING IN A LIFELESS PATH MOTOR WITH A NEED TO KILL NEED TO KILL NEED TO KILL SEARCHING THROUGH THE WRECKAGES OF MOLTEN STEEL AND GLASS SEEING ALL IN INFRA RED AND HEAVY IN IT'S MASS TERMINATE EXTERMINATE THE SON OF CONNOR REESE YOU MUST PREVENT THE BASTARD EVER BEING BORN STOP AT NOTHING KILL AT WILL BUT RID THE EARTH OF THIS SMALL CHILD YOU MUST DETER THIS FUCKING EVIL SPAWN MARK THE DOGS FOR ONLY THEY KNOW YOUR NOT HUMAN YOUR OT FLESH AT ALL BREAK THE JAW BEFORE IT SPEAKS AND KILL THE MEN THAT ANSWER TO IT'S CALL JUSTIFIED IN GENOCIDE AND LEAVE THEM IN THEIIR BROKEN PRIDE UNTIL THEY REALIZE THAT IT'S NO USE UNSUSPECTING VICTIM ONE GUERILLA FIGHTER WITH A GUN THE TERMINATOR'S FINALLY BEEN LET LOOSE TRY TO RUN BUT ONLY THEY KNOW THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN NOWHERE TO HIDE CORNERED TRAPPED BY THE DEATH MACHINE DON'T YOU GO TO SLEEP DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES AH BEYOND TWP THOUSAND IN THE FUTURE WARS BEYOND THE LIMITS OF OUR MIND CENTRAL COMPUTER, THAT CONTROL AND KNOW THE SIMPLE WEAKNESS OF MANKIND AND STILL THE ARMIES OF ROBOTIC MEN CRUSHING THE HUMANS IN THEIR PATH LIFELESS OF PAIN AND A VOID OF SORROW CREATE A CRIMSON AFTERMATH
THE LILIES This morning it was, on the pavement, When that smell hit me again And set the houses reeling. People passed like rain: (The way rain moves and advances over the hills) And it was hot, hot and dank, The smell like animals, strong, but sweet too. What was it? Something I had forgotten. I tried to remember, standing there, Sniffing the air on the pavement. Somehow I thought of flowers. Flowers! That bad smell! I looked: down lanes, past houses- There, behind a hoarding, A rubbish-heap, soft and wet and rotten. Then I remembered: After the rain, on the farm, The vlei that was dry and paler than a stone Suddenly turned wet and green and warm. The green was a clash of music. Dry Africa became a swamp And swamp-birds with long beaks Went humming and flashing over the reeds And cicadas shrilling like a train. I took off my clothes and waded into the water. Under my feet first grass, then mud, Then all squelch and water to my waist. A faint iridescence of decay, The heat swimming over the creeks Where the lilies grew that I wanted: Great lilies, white, with pink streaks That stood to their necks in the water. Armfuls I gathered, working there all day. With the green scum closing round my waist, The little frogs about my legs, And jelly-trails of frog-spawn round the stems. Once I saw a snake, drowsing on a stone, Letting his coils trail into the water. I expect he was glad of rain too After nine moinths of being dry as bark. I don't know why I picked those lilies, Piling them on the grass in heaps, For after an hour they blackened, stank. When I left at dark, Red and sore and stupid from the heat, Happy as if I'd built a town, All over the grass were rank Soft, decaying heaps of lilies And the flies over them like black flies on meat...