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What do you mean by "going in for"? I have been deeply interested in classic thought for a long time. I have often thought that the knowledge from other civilizations before us can still give us guidance today. Are you more interested in the literature (this is a literature board) or the philosophy of previous civilizations. Sometimes I think these two fields have inescapable interlock, but it can be useful to make a distinction.

It makes me very happy that you enjoy what I wrote. I have been writing a few of these very short stories, only a couple of paragraphs. This one is the strongest of them, at least in my mind. They have similar veins of thought though, so maybe they can be fused together into a larger series. I am also thinking about writing something longer; If and when I do, I will post it. Again, thank you for reading what I wrote. It is therapeutic to know someone else has actually read what I wrote, much less enjoyed it (ha ha). Thanks.

What do you mean by classical studies? Classical studies is a very broad category, which can include poetry, such as the Iliad and the Oddessy by Homer, Political thought, such as Plato's Republic, and Philosophy, such as Aristotle's Nicomachean ethics. Some would consider the study of the Greek and Latin languages as part of classical studies. Also many could include Ancient history as a classical study. The study of Greek and Roman architecture and sculpture would be a classical study.

You should figure out what you really are trying to know, so then you can narrow you search and really find something. I personally have enjoyed studying classical philosophy, especially Aristotle and Plato. I find their works to be still valid in modern culture. I would be pleased to help with any other questions you may have.

I like this alot too. It reminds me alot of what I have felt in the past, and sometimes still feel. How ungrateful some people are. Maybe they dont understand how much we care, or they dont care that we care so much. either way, people you love can be real jerks

You and I are not too different.

He was driving. Driving and trying to figure out what it all meant. A year ago he almost died on this road. Well, almost two years ago now.

It was raining just as it was the night of the accident. She is awfully fickle sometimes. They had met just a few months before the accident. A love with many wrong turns you could say. But it was a love.

Sometimes they were like two people as one. A unit. Training for the future I guess. They could never cook in the same kitchen, they were both too strong headed. But life was a great adventure. When she was happy, he was happy. But the bad times were as bad as the good were good. After the accident she left him; she had been running around for some time.

He felt the tires grip the pavement as he rode the brake down the hill. The water made the road slippery, and if he went to fast he was sure to hit the same damn tree that almost killed him two years earlier. He held his foot against the brake, shaking slightly. His head was racing in a panic. Shes gone again, he was sure.

Then he lifted his foot. He pushed the accelerator. Forget the past. Forget her. All that matters is the future. He watched the tree as he passed the spot where his body once laid, broken and bloody. He looked straight ahead now, eyes set forward. The tree rustled in the breeze from the truck, but he kept driving. Forget the tree. Forget that road. He hit the accelerator and left the tree, and her, behind