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For me, Foundation by Isaac Asimov is one of the great all-time scifi classics. It takes a concept so simple you can’t help but say “huh, I wish I thought of that” and pulls it off beautifully. It’s a book that changes the way you look at the world, for the better. Don’t believe me? Well I don’t care, but maybe you should read the following half-baked set of brain-drool I’m going to call a thread.
Geeks Versus Bullies
At its heart, Foundation is a metaphor for the collapse of the Roman Empire and the following spread of Christianity, only a thousand times more awesome because it invokes destiny and has spaceships. Which is entirely incorrect though, since it is actually a classic story of a high school geek surrounded by bullies.
After seeing a recent poem dedicated to Sarahfeena, I thought it would be good to have a thread specifically for that.
today she may
do a plié.
Anyone planning to watch?
Dancing in the basement silently,
I wonder if they can hear the echoes
up above. My feet pounding in beat with their blood
and the music in my mind of the most sublime beauty.
If they hear me do they wonder about my identity,
or do they even know to ask the question?
And I wonder what sort of question
they'd ask me if they found me silently
dancing. Would they care if my identity
didn't match my face? Would the echoes
of my presence in this place mar the beauty
of their day like a handkerchief stained in blood?
And it all does come back to blood,
I think to myself as I ask these questions.
Too distracted by these suggestions to see the beauty
of myself dancing in the basement silently,
I can only rage at my own echoes
because they just add to the mystery of my identity.
But can something as complex as who I am be identified