I fully believe that we are dangling on the end of a thin thread, the thread being Sin City. It is a city that all [humans] are apart of. It is a world subservient to pop culture and its influences. Violence is being more and more encouraged, the chief source being television. And what do the critics say? "Brilliant!" and "I loved it!" There was a magazine article in the Newsweek once featuring how PG-13 movies are becoming more and more violent. The chief source of this violence was the necessity of fighting in order to demonstrate valour and bravery and courage. Take Star Wars, for instance, there is a dark lord called the Sith, and his apprentice, fighting against the Jedis, the "light" or ethical side. Watching the excited fans in a movie theater featuring the "Revenge of the Sith," I am privy to the spectators' delighted fascination during the bloodbaths of the Jedis fighting the menacing Sith.
In another article in Times, there was a report featuring prodigious increase in the sales of action and fighting games. From 2004 - 2005 alone the sales jumped nearly 30%! The more we become disciples of violence, we lower down the thread we are and the more attached to Sin City we become.
There is a point that I fervently disagree with on the article, however. They said that violence is "liberating stuff" and that it is "human nature, brutish and cruel.” I believe that at the heart of human existence is a moral and ethical absolute that is grounded to our conscience, gravitating us to help and respond to our fellow neighbors' demands. That in spite of how brutal and cruel one can be, there is still, no matter what, a moral absolute, vastly outnumbered but not defeated. Let's take the Star Wars example again, Anakin Skywalker, the protagonist for the first three books, is the apprentice of the Sith, hence the aka "Darth Vader". In spite of killing an eminent Jedi and a failed attempt to kill his former mentor, Darth Vader, servant of the Emperor, managed to become the valour yearning, innocent Jedi he once was for a fraction of a second. Anakin Skywalker, "killing" Darth Vader, surfaced again to overthrow and kill the Emperor, the Dark Sith Lord. Although the situations might look bad, we always have a glimmering spark of love and moral conscience in our hearts. To be a "good" or "bad" person on the surface is entirely up to you. To be or not to be, that is the question.

1. playground - sandy and rusty
The playground sits on the boundaries' other side.
2. blackboard
whiteboard
window
blinds
maple trees
tulips

dreams
beauty
emotion
faith

Forest of dreams
Universe of beauty
Turmoil of emotions

3. Yellow

The burning ball of hydrogen and helium soars through the universe, looking for a target to vent its unextinquishable anger. Its target, naturally, is the planet humans call Earth. When it is happy, it sprouts the singing roses and tulips. This is what we call spring and summer. When it is mad, it withers its former cohorts. This is fall and winter.

Unextinquishable anger
gaiety
singing roses

Chocolate

The flowing gush of brownish liquid solidifies to form what we call chocolate. It is a haven,so to speak, for stress-filled people.

Great use of words, great descriptions, i got the picture of creamy running chocolate into my head great words i have no revisions for you

Haven

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Water
The sere, peaceful flow of the river tranquillizes me. The floods of love is dangerous, ever so dangerous. When you see hurricanes and tornadoes, water is hateful. In the Seventh Son, by Orson Scott Card, the water was the enemy. Yet, water is the essence of life, and the reason why we're still here.

tranquillize
essence of life
Final
We are made from the essence of which comes our doom. Water is the thread of life from which we greedily cling. Yet if you asked the Katrina survivors, they will tell you that water is doom, from which tsunamis and hurricanes come. The sun is essentially our only source of energy. Yet if you ask the nomads travelling in the Sahara, they would tell you that the sun is their doom. Chocolate is a haven and symbolizes happiness. Yet if you ask teh cocoa workers, chocolate is their doom. Just like how the sand houses us, it also buries us, never to be heard of again.

Com. of ideas
Happiness, gaiety and mirth. The sun, chocolate, and water. Life is happiness, enjoyed to the fullest. The essence of life, therefore, is not water, but happiness.

A tennis court and a group of trees stand as a boundary between the playground and the park. A swimming pool sits in the middle of a bustling community with the breathtaking army of green at its right hand separated by a chubby road, and a narrow pavement on its left. Trees tower to its north, where there are parking spaces. On windy days, you can hear the rustling of the leaves. Felled branches and tree trunks make up most of the area in its rear. If you continue in that direction, you will bump into the border of trees and tennis court, which are both situated in a lush forest of grasses, with another narrow pavement separating it from the sea of green. The playground sits on the boundaries' other side. This is Balboa Park, in San Francisco, California.

The meadow on the pool's right is a setting for many activities, including soccer. Frequently, I see novice soccer players training and practicing, not only in their level of skills, but their teamwork. Their concentration and dedication is indescribable. No matter how many times they trip, they always pick themselves up. I can almost imagine the GGGOOOAAALLLs of the announcer. On sunny days, picnics are held and vigorous dogs are thrown Frisbees to catch. Other, more languid dogs just amble with their owners, lagging behind to just catch a glimpse of their younger, more vigorous selves. I can hear the owners' disgruntled mumbles as they pick up their dogs' waste.

The tennis court is a filled with gaiety and mirth, and although often the losers are the same people, they are not sad, but rather happy that they worked hard and garnered a little more experience. Even the sorest loser will come out with a smile on his face, even if he lost. Happiness does not come easily though. Deluges of perspiration soak the rubber mat, and one cannot help but notice the putrid smell.

The swimming pool, like a palace, sits in the middle of the park. I can almost imagine the cavalry of the meadow and the giants of the parking lot. The exterior seems polished and magnificent, but the interior is the opposite. The metal lockers are rusting and the grounds are littered with dirty water. The pool itself is Olympic sized and is fairly sanitary.

The playground is fairly big, just a couple of square feet short of the area of the park. It includes six swings situated on some sand, which are surrounded by grass, and takes up half of the playground. There are monkey bars, poles that you can climb, and a typical wooden structure that contians a slide and a creaky-bridge, which is also on some sand, which is surrounded by a paved, circular road. The happy smiles, the floods of sweat, and the squeals of little babies all characterize this community.