“And the lord god formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed in to his nostrils the breath of life; and ma became a living soul. The lord god then took one of his ribs and closed up his flesh instead thereof: and with the rib from which the lord god had taken from man he created woman.”

Is cloning necessary for advancements in improving the quality of life? People often question whether or not we as a scientific nation are trying to play the role of god by the diverse issue of human cloning.

Early in 1997 Scottish scientist Ian Wilmut revealed to the world that he had successfully cloned an adult sheep, known to the world as Dolly. With this invention the world made a collective gasp at the realization that cloning was no longer an element of a science fiction movie. Since then the cloning of human beings has been one of the most largely debated topics in the world. From the schoolhouse to the White House discussions have begun regarding the ethical implications of cloning. In several recent polls by Time magazine (The Ethics of Human Cloning 1998) it was shown that 75% of the responding population thought that human cloning was a bad idea. Furthermore, 74% of the respondents believed that cloning was against gods’ will, and when asked if they would clone themselves if presented with an opportunity, 91% responded with no.

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When I wake up to the ear-splitting sound of my alarm clock, and blindly search for the snooze button, a sudden thought dawns: “What am I doing?”The time is 5:30 AM; all is dark and hushed. My weary body feels completely drained of energy. While straining to open my eyes, still warm and snug in my comfortable bed, I am overcome with a feeling of lethargy. “Perhaps I should call in sick.” Despite all my musing, and my bed’s magnetic pull, I still manage to rise each morning at this ungodly hour to join the cross-country running team in rigorous training.

Cross-country running, a sport that requires the fusing of body and mind, strives to maximize your physical ability by testing your mental tenacity. Everyday represents a new struggle to beat yesterday’s maximum output, an issue of mind over matter. I have known the agony of this conflict since I joined the newly established cross-country team. As convincing as my morning doubts are, I do not heed them. Through pains and sprains and through adverse weather and unfavorable conditions, I run because I made up my mind three years ago to succeed.

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All eyes were focused on me. This was it. The tension had been building up to this point, and I knew there was no way out. I had gotten myself into this predicament, and I was the only one that could get myself out of it. There was nobody to turn to, for they were all waiting for my final move. I had never felt so alone, so isolated.

I thumbed through my cards for the fourth consecutive time, and I could still not decide which one to throw. I glanced up from my cards and caught a glimpse of each player. I immediately felt the intensity of my brother’s eyes glaring at me from across the table. He did not provide me with the support and reassurance I was looking for from my partner. I shifted my eyes to the right. My mother, having just discarded a five of clubs and seeing that it was of no use to me, was sipping coffee with a carefree grin of relief. Then I peered directly at the most intimidating canasta player I have ever encountered. Great Grandma Rose was calmly humming a tuneless tune which added to her enigma. As this crafty eighty-eight year old lady squinted at her cards through her bifocals, I knew that time was running out; I had to make my decision. The most obvious choice was to discard the king of spades for which I had no use, but I was afraid that she was waiting for this card. My alternative was to break up my meld and throw the six of clubs, a card which I felt somewhat safe in throwing.

Let me start the essay by saying I believe H.G. Wells is one of the most intelligent writers of his time: a true futurist. I think the theme of this book would be more on the like lines of thinking about something before u do it. The time traveler should have thought things threw and taken precautions for everything that could possibly go wrong, or right for that matter. If he had done this, I am sure he would have had a camera, matches (to fight of the Morlocks), cigars (he constantly wants them through out the story) and of course, his machine wouldn’t have been captured by the Morlocks.The main characters in the time machine where the Time Traveler himself, Weena (an Eloi who The Time Traveler rescued) the Eloi was a race and the Morlocks was a race. Weena was by far the most interesting of the characters. She was an Eloi who was drowning while trying to bathe in a river. The Time Traveler quickly jumped into the river and rescued her. She then started following The Time Traveler everywhere on his expeditions. He to gained knowledge from Weena about the Morlocks and the Eloi’s. The Time Traveler obviously was an intelligent man, I mean he figured out a way to travel through time! He was also a very rich, charming and friendly man, a little too anxious and curious though. His anxiety made him go to another time unprepared, nothing with him but a package of matches. The Morlocks are a race of our current day primates except ten times more ugly and they live underground. They are very aggressive but have a weakness, light. The Eloi’s on the other hand are very nice and gentle, and are scared of the dark (because that’s when the Morlocks come out). Did I forget to mention that the Morlocks are carnivorous so they occasionally much on Eloi’s! The Morlocks end up stealing the time machine, but only to lure the Time Traveler in so they could make a meal out of him.

Everyday people employ the use of logic to help them clarify or solve problems. Logic may only provide validity or highly probable ideas, but the correct answer, if any, is left for one to decide. The science of thinking and rationalizing, logic is like a double-edge sword. When logic is utilized it may become an efficient tool, capable of discovering correct ideas and understandings. Yet, it can also become an unsolvable maze, causing more confusion than clarity. There are certain methods of logic to determine possible solutions for a problem and to verify them. Induction and deduction are arguments that may give a solution, which is not considered absolutely true but rather having correct reasoning. For logic can only determine “the distinction between correct and incorrect reasoning” (Copi, p.5) of a problem. Well these methods can be useful; it still can make a problem more confusing such as with the case of paradoxes. It is up to one to make the leap of faith to decide if the conclusions of the methods are acceptable in practice or not.

She was a rich girl, anyone would envy her fortune. She had a boyfriend, caring parents, big house lots of cars, in other words she didn’t lack earthly delights. She had everything that you and person like me would dream about. She spent summer time in Ibiza, chilled in Rio… often went skiing to beautiful places. But some day everything turned gray, she lost all the appetite for the things that could be bought for money. She felt alone, and it started to become more depressing. She felt lonely and unhappy. At that moment she realized that something had to be done, something that would alter ordinary course of her life.

There was a kid in the university, young innocent. She knew his secret… Sometimes, during the classes, boy would turn out completely pale, flying somewhere else as the time slowly passed in the class. The guy had strange eyes, enormously large, dark and gloomy – you could read all his life in the darkness of two pearls starring at you with incredible energy of sadness. But it wasn’t all like that; there were the times when guy would recover his conscience, sense of right and wrong. It was rare, but when it happened you could see incredible lust for life and pleasure of being alive. She knew his secret… Life for him was a game - He played it, he took joy. Everyday problems wouldn’t matter for him, he didn’t bother, and life was easy, full of surprises.

School is couple of steps from my house, about fifteen minutes of walk. Chilly morning of Tbilisi isn’t a good time for walking around, but I don’t care, at least I can get up later then any other kids do; nice to get a little more sleep. My way back is all same, without any twists or alterations from the set course. Everyday path lies right through the little playground. You know one of those green spots with couple of trees, few ponds and little sandboxes. Roaming this park in the morning is not a pleasant thing to do and freeze isn’t a major trouble in this case; Couple of years ago, they constructed small benches all around the park…I guess, quite foolish thing to do. Since then, it transformed into a constant shelter for all the homeless of the city. Don’t you think that I have something against them, on the contrary! But indeed it’s fright some to walk among drunk, snoring oldies who lay there. However, it’s better to commit bravery and go right through it, than to seek some leeway and loose minutes and even seconds of precious sleep.