
a year agoHumanity has three main meanings: the human race as a collective group, the quality of being human which includes our shared nature and characteristics, and benevolence, which is the quality of being compassionate and kind to others. It can also refer to the humanities, a field of study including subjects like philosophy, art, and literature, and has even been used as the title for a 2023 puzzle video game. The human race The totality of human beings; all people on Earth. Often used when discussing issues that affect everyone, such as "crimes against humanity" or "the survival of humanity". The quality of being human The state or condition of being human, including our shared nature, emotions, and intellect. Can refer to human qualities or characteristics, sometimes specifically the desirable ones, like creativity or the ability to form relationships. Benevolence and compassion Kindness, sympathy, and generosity towards others. Acting with empathy and understanding, and treating each other with respect regardless of differences.
a year agoSpices have long been used to add flavor to our food, but they also have a rich symbolic significance in poetry. Poets draw on the sensory experience of spices to evoke emotions, explore cultural meanings, and create connections to their roots. By incorporating spices into their work, poets can deepen the impact of their words and invite readers to engage with their poetry on a deeper level.
a year agoSpices are often used as metaphors in poetry to evoke a sensory experience or to convey deeper emotions. For example, the warmth of cinnamon might symbolize the passion between two lovers, while the sharpness of cumin could represent the bitterness of a broken heart. Poets use spices to add depth and complexity to their work, inviting readers to engage with their words on multiple levels.
a year agoSnow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less - A blanker whiteness of benighted snow WIth no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars - on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.
