Death:the ultimate answerSonam Sherpa Student # 954760 Introduction to literatureDeath:the ultimate answer
ENGL-1006-N1 (5631) Instructor: Professor. J. Muise 9/23/2004
Life seems to be a journey with death as its destination. In other words, life is work, as death is a vacation from it. Some may argue, life is a stage, whereas death is the backstage with curtains closed, but certainly, death is not as dark and horrible as we have been raised up to believe. Tupac Amaru Shakur, an actor, rapper, poet, prophet and a revolutionary, stated, in his self-portrayal movie, as he prophecies his own untimely death, “We look at death from the selfish side, li
MY WORDS ARE MY WEAPONSonam Sherpa January 14, 2004 WEAPON Due to my alias, nickname, pen name and personality being related to silence, writing has been my primary, stronger and reliable form of communication. I see writing as a form of weapon. Précising it, Words are the weapon and writing is a form of fighting. Focusing individually on me, I think I used to write in a form of boxing. Reading back my past pieces of writings, I tended to write in a sentence-to-sentence system, as boxers’ punches. Now, with someone to guide and numerous practices, I see a form of martial arts in my writing. There is a flow, like in martial arts presentation; it iMY WORDS ARE MY WEAPON
LET'S COMMUNICATE, WORDLESSSonam SherpaLET'S COMMUNICATE, WORDLESS
Let’s communicate, Wordless
Hear me, without me saying a word. Understand me, without me having to explain every last detail. Feel me, without having to go through what I went through.
Now, let’s talk with no use of sound. Let silence speak the language of our hearts. Only the heart dares to speak the truth without seeking advantage. The emotions are faster than imagination, like a reaction of pain from a sudden cut. They don’t give the corrupt mind sufficient time to analyze and interpret the true feelings.
The heart has always been imperial. It has never in histor
life or DEATH?Sonam Sherpa March 8, 2004life or DEATH?
LIFE OR DEATH?
Every moment of my life, I question myself about life and death. I weigh them on a scale under precise care in the middle of the ocean of my thoughts. Then, I realize it is a thought needing and provoking ambiguous subject that is better off not thought of. Life is a runway and death its’ destination. Life seems like a journey, but youth makes it look like a wild-ride and the human greed towards money and power has turned it to a struggle.
All my childhood I’ve been preached, taught and led to be a gentleman but as I near The Real World, realiz
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