[Plagiarized Thoughts] I Died for My--
Joel Piedt
“I died for beauty”, she said.[1]I didn’t know how to respond, uncomfortably staring at my feet, hoping she would soon change the subject. We were six feet below though, so I couldn’t escape her questioning glance, as moss slowly covered her lips.
“And you?”
“For my…beliefs.” I was not confident, my voice bearing witness. My statement was empty and I knew it; something seemed superficial. Could there have possibly been more? “Belief in—
“I for truth,” I heard a man reply.
“What is truth?” I asked, inquiring his doctri—
“Did you not die for truth?”
Truth.
It was then I realized the fatal error to which I had fallen prey. I died for belief, not truth. Therein lay the disconnect I had felt deep in my bones before the conversation began. I had not lived for truth, and thus could never have died for it.
“I died… I believed… I believe…
…in myself.”
I wept.
[1] Emily Dickinson, “I Died for Beauty”
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Posted By Joel Piedt to Plagiarized Thoughts at 1/28/2007 09:30:00 AM
Man, Christian
this is a good start, i think. it could use some work, perhaps. let's talk about it in person when you get back. hope the party was grand.
love you.
c
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<http://www.sheltoweehikes.com/e09%20A%20row%20of%20unmarked%20Confederate%20graves.jpg> "I died for beauty", she said.[1] <http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=30488795#_ftn1>
I didn't know how to respond, uncomfortably staring at my feet, hoping she would soon change the subject. We were six feet below though, so I couldn't escape her questioning glance, as moss slowly covered her lips.
"And you?"
"For my...beliefs." I was not confident, my voice bearing witness. My statement was empty and I knew it; something seemed superficial. Could there have possibly been more? "Belief in-
"I for truth," I heard a man reply.
"What is truth?" I asked, inquiring his doctri-
"Did you not die for truth?"
Truth.
It was then I realized the fatal error to which I had fallen prey. I died for belief, not truth. Therein lay the disconnect I had felt deep in my bones before the conversation began. I had not lived for truth, and thus could never have died for it.
"I died... I believed... I believe...
...in myself."
I wept.
[1] <http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=30488795#_ftnref1> Emily Dickinson, "I Died for Beauty"
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Posted By Joel Piedt to Plagiarized Thoughts <http://jpiedt.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-died-for-my.html> at 1/28/2007 09:30:00 AM