On the Soul - Aristotle. On the Soul is a major treatise by Aristotle on the nature of living things. His discussion centres on the kinds of souls possessed by different kinds of living things, distinguished by their different operations. Thus plants have the capacity for nourishment and reproduction, the minimum that must be possessed by any kind of living organism. Lower animals have, in addition, the powers of sense-perception and self-motion (action). Humans have all these as well as intellect. Aristotle holds that the soul is the form, or essence of any living thing; that it is not a distinct substance from the body that it is in. That it is the possession of soul (of a specific kind) that makes an organism an organism at all, and thus that the notion of a body without a soul, or of a soul in the wrong kind of body, is simply unintelligible. (He argues that some parts of the soul-the intellect-can exist without the body, but most cannot.) It is difficult to reconcile these points with the popular picture of a soul as a sort of spiritual substance "inhabiting" a body. Some commentators have suggested that Aristotle's term soul is better translated as lifeforce.

Patience Wilson, an aspiring illustrator who for now is happy with any honest occupation that will pay the bills. At her aunts recommendation she applies for a job with a local temp agency and lands a position at the esteemed Hotel Fitzwilliam-Henry. She soon meets her new manager who piques her interest with his sense of honor, but then there is the dashing editor from Autumn Hills Publishing. Why must life get so complicated? As life happens, she learns to lean on the Lord for her strength and guidance, and trusts He will bring about the desires of her heart.

I was walking one day, and I almost stepped on a caterpillar. In that moment, I decided to capture a photo of this interesting creature instead. Later, I began to research the lifestyle of a caterpillar and the stages it goes through, leading up to becoming a butterfly. I found it amazing the things a caterpillar endures just to morph into a butterfly, such as the days spent crawling the earth, in danger of being crushed; being continuously, culturally degraded and frowned upon as a hideous creature; and then spending days of isolation in a cocoon with no means of defense against its surrounding habitat. After all those stages of growth, the caterpillar blossoms into a beautiful butterfly. Its quite ironic how we overlook the caterpillars but chase the butterflies. The difference in the view from the ground to the sky is amazing.

MYSTERIES is a captivating fantasy story showcasing the imagination of J.A. Smith. It opens a new door of dreams, and worlds that allows endless possibilities. Things that might have only been known as, what if? Ethan steps into a TIME of great distress, and as the story unfolds, he will find out many secrets of the Universe. He will also find out who the true Guardians are, of the Ninth Kingdom as well as what the Watchers of Time were truly meant for. Ethan will learn of the GIFTS given to Father Earth and the importance of them as he helps in getting them back to the Universe. He will be led to a Time Traveler that will help guide him in the understanding of the Universe. Ethan will discover new planets, creatures, and Beings as his adventure unfolds.

After living a mundane life Lana is shocked to find out that her family is shifters, her dead mother was a telepath and apparently vampire exists, and are at the top of the food chain. After a party gone bad Lana is kidnapped to fight in the Arena for the vampires entertainment; she must leave all that she had ever known behind in order to survive and keep those she loves safe from harm. Will she be changed into the monster the vampires want her to be or something stronger that the shifters need her to become.

Poetry is the conversation that occurs between my pen and paper because I've always been ......"Trapped inside myself with a void that seems to go unfulfilled, watching the clocks tick, But yet time remains still, silence deafening to my ear, but I can still manage to hear myself scream, waiting for tomorrow which means freedom, but its only merely a dream"-J.A Smith