Voices are as the eyes, virtually useless as if they were in the winds singing. For those of us who produce the BMJ the completed journal is the reality, but for readers it is the idea. Related 10 of the Most Famous Lines by T. T S Eliot put it thus: Between the idea/And the reality/Between the motion/And the act/Falls the shadow. The Hollow Men find themselves between the idea of escaping their existence and the reality of actually succeeding in escaping, but between that idea and longed-for reality the ‘Shadow’ falls which will prevent them from seeing their way to achieving their aim. Although the eyes may function properly, they still focus only on a broken column. Dreaming up what might be done is, in contrast, easy. The speaker asserts that in this dry, dead world, people cannot look at one another. The postmodern conundrum rattles its empty gourd producing only a faint whisper of anything resembling sound night terrors embalm the living-all this while egos become more and more bloated through arrogance and false intellectual arguments. As art explodes into personal effusion, the culture suffers from neurosis as admirers become less and less inspired for making life worth living. The contorted images of the painful yet anesthetized walking dead ignite the fire that burned into postmodernism its virtual absence of desire for beauty and truth. The ugly images have begun and will carry the message of lack of hope or any brightness on the horizon. Their compatriots who have died are likely not remember them as violent souls but instead as "the hollow men / The stuffed men." These men are shapeless, colorless their life force is paralyzed, and when they move, as to gesture, there is simply no motion. Between the Sona dream and the reality falls the shadow of ANC dysfunction. Or possibly it is both reality and the world of dream. Their voices are dry, and when they whisper to one another, their words lack meaning, are as empty as "wind in dry grass / Or rats feet over broken glass." Leonardo was fascinated by the way light falls on curved surfaces. The speaker describes himself and his culture as hollow yet stuffed. Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception. With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
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