To kill or not to kill baby Hitler…

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The internet has been abuzz lately with Jeb Bush’s comment about baby Hitler. “If you could go back in time to when Hitler was a baby, would you kill him?” His answer was, “Hell yeah, I would!”

I enjoy thought experiments like these quite a bit. I like to think of such hypothetical questions and situations and ponder over what my response would possibly be. When I first read that question, Continue reading

Where words fail, music speaks…

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“If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.” – Gustav Mahler.

I couldn’t agree with Gustav Mahler’s words more. Within the quote, there is the question of using specific languages or arts to communicate feelings and thoughts. Since English is my first language, I am going to use it to provide examples. English is an impressive language with a great number of synonyms for each word, many of which have different connotative degrees of intensity. For example, the simple word “happy,” which everyone is familiar with, has the synonyms “glad,” “joyous,” “elated” and “ecstatic” and each one seems
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When my brother was diagnosed with autism…

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I was 10 years old and he was just 1 month shy of his 4th birthday. “He’s autistic,” the doctor said to my mother. Plainly and honestly, the doctor said something that changed my family’s lives forever. Till then, they stated late development disorder but when he was still not verbal at nearly 4, the diagnosis was inevitable. He didn’t walk until he was 2 and a half years old, had a capable voice but couldn’t articulate words and he couldn’t communicate verbally or otherwise.

What ensued after were a lot tears, anguish, anger and resentment. My mother cried for hours, days and weeks. My father couldn’t

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