It was a dark and shadowy night, nothing could be seen for miles ahead. Everything was plain; there were no trees and no houses nearby. The place was entirely deserted. Where had this wandering fellow gone to so late at night? Even he did not know the answer. Perhaps, everything was a sort of limbo, he had died and gone to nowhere.
However, something was off. This place of nowhere had an elegance to it. It was a place of night and a place where shadows roamed in peace. It was majestic, it was a place where ghost haunted and the dead were were at peace with themselves. Buried underneath the ground were bones, he knew that due to the fact that a voice in his head had told him and he was warned not to disturb their peace. This place where he was at had no tombsstones to remember the dead. There were no plants, not weeds growing from the ground, not even tumbleweeds passing by. This place was absolutely void. Where was he? He did not know. But, one thing was certain and that was that he lived.
“Where am I?” He would ask himself. He would pace around the endless acres of nothingness that was filled with shadows and ghosts until he saw a green light. He tried to run after the green light but the more he ran the farther it seemed. Until, he just gave up. Then, he looked around and it seemed to him that he was still in the same place as before, nothing has changed. When he got tired of standing he sat down and cried. “Where am I?” he cried. Yet, there was no one to console him. There was no God nor man or woman, or even animal to be by his side. He was all alone in a secluded place that seemed to have no end. He thought that maybe perhaps it was a haunted place that whoever enters can never go back to their original life. This thought made him feel the temptation to dig a grave for himself, and he did, with his bare hands. When he finished he laid in it and waited and once he found his flesh no longer chubby but instead sucked to the bone he took the pile of dirt that he withdrew from the ground to dig the grave and he… still in the grave began shoving the dirt within the hole he made and he submerged himself within the dirt and due to suffocation, he died.
Answer:
The first one
Explanation:
I think it's the first one (paragraph 4)
Answer: If I was a scuba diver, I would go explore the most beautiful of reefs in all places around the world for example in Mexico, The Mesoamerican Barrier Reef, also known as The Great Mayan Reef or Great Maya Reef is home to all sorts of creatures and plants that I could explore.
Answer:
- <u>Sculpture in the memory is knowing one's faith and talents</u>.
Explanation:
Ralph Waldo Emerson, the highly acknowledged philosopher, poet, as well as essayist of America. In his most popular work 'Self-Reliance', he urges the people to 'believe and follow their conscience' to attain 'self-growth and liberty. He asks the people to not fall prey to this concept of social conformity and avoid blindly
As per the question, the phrase 'sculpture in memory' is implying the message of realizing and acknowledging one's faith in self and innate talents that one possesses. He urges the people to 'rely on one's self' and follow their own conscience and instincts to develop their own art and culture instead of blindly following or obeying the orders of the government for societal growth which he considers false growth. He considers the self-gratification as the true growth which he suggests people to run after.
The answer to your question is 2.4
