“For much of human history, couples married for practical reasons…”

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How old is the institution of marriage?
The best available evidence suggests that it’s about 4,350 years old. For thousands of years before that, most anthropologists believe, families consisted of loosely organized groups of as many as 30 people, with several male leaders, multiple women shared by them, and children. As hunter-gatherers settled down into agrarian civilizations, society had a need for more stable arrangements. The first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B.C., in Mesopotamia. Over the next several hundred years, marriage evolved into a widespread institution embraced by the ancient Hebrews, Greeks, and Romans. But back then, marriage had little to do with love or with religion.

What was marriage about, then?
Marriage’s primary purpose was to bind women to men, and thus guarantee that a man’s children were truly his biological heirs. Through marriage, a woman became a…

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“Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all God’s children.”

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Martin Luther King Jr

I Have a Dream
Martin Luther King, Jr.    August 28, 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty…

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The seductive art of Gerald Brom feeds the imagination . . .

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Born in the deep dark south in the mid-sixties. Brom, an army brat, spent his entire youth on the move and unabashedly blames living in such places as Japan, Hawaii, Germany, and Alabama for all his afflictions. From his earliest memories Brom has been obsessed with the creation of the weird, the monstrous, and the beautiful.

At age twenty, Brom began working full-time as a commercial illustrator in Atlanta, Georgia. Three years later he entered the field of fantastic art he’d loved his whole life, making his mark developing and illustrating for TSR’s best selling role-playing worlds.

He has since gone on to lend his distinctive vision to all facets of the creative industries, from novels and games, to comics and film. Most recently he’s created a series of award winning horror novels that he both writes and illustrates: The Plucker, an adult children’s book, The Devil’s Rose

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Strangest Treasure

Ian Ayres (French Francs)

I hear you ask yourself what is there
To fill this aching void?
Shiny products in a window
Or movie stars in tabloid?
You are thoughts merging in cyberspace
Lost to the human race
Watching raindrops drop in an ocean
Of pixels and sound waves

And if fear is your core emotion
You could end up destroyed
Because it’s all passing shadow
When no human warmth’s enjoyed
Power, fame, beauty, and fortune
Use up the life you live
Then leave you when your time expires
Scared, with no love to give

You know you’re rich with the strangest treasure?
The more you give, the richer you get
Come on, come on, what’s holding you back?
Open up before you forget

The Arctic’s melting, why not let your heart
Kiss the ones you meet for kismet?
Right now is your past, present and future . . .
Love is something you’ll never regret

Sometimes you feel your mortality
Way too much.
Everything is so
Temporary.
All we have at our final dying moment
Are memories
Of where our love
Lived most
And a desire
For that
Love . . .

You know you’re rich with the strangest treasure?
The more you give, the richer you get
Come on, come on, what’s holding you back?
Open up before you forget

The Arctic’s melting, why not let your heart
Kiss the ones you meet for kismet?
Right now is your past, present and future . . .
Love is something you’ll never regret