Combination of the Three

I had started to write a self-opinionated, thought-provoking, soul-searching comprehensive study of the socio-political implications of the lyrics of pop songs in connection with the disintegration of organised religion in the West today, but I couldn't do it. Words strain to come, and thoughts only laugh at me once written down. These few lines have said nothing, but occupied time -- the questions have been merely mentioned, let alone answered or attempted. The leaves that are green turn to brown. The belief of those few who have submitted work to the school magazine year after year to face only the creamed chocolate of refusal, is that it did not correspond with what the publishers believed was good for the magazine, that it was too good -- they never thought that it was too bad. It was, of that I feel sure. Mine was and still is, and shall be, I expect. If one is to accept the merit of a printed piece of work, one must also accept its faults and identify those faults with those of one's own essays. So, if that which is printed is bad, why not print rubbish, or blank pages, or trash. If only Einstein could see us now. I must finish writing -- you have read to the end in the hope that I will mention something to amuse or interest you. I have not, so you are disappointed. Sorry. When the ring is found and the dragon slain, the plastic cups are crushed and the graves dug, only the words remain. "The word is an expression of a thought; representative of an intelligence..." Therefore the word is intelligent -- and the Word was God. M. Loftus 5R.

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