Personnal Book. Your opinion ?
Felicia woke up in the middle of the night due to a terrifying nightmare and immediately realized she was sweating, as her bed was wet. Her heart was racing, her breathing uneven, her entire body covered in sweat. Once again, she had dreamt the same dream about the legendary criminal who had invented poison. In her dream, the mad scientist took a lemon out of a black box, took a small vial from his pocket, concealed it, and poured a transparent liquid onto the lemon, then added salt. He gave the lemon to a cat, the cat ate it and fell lifeless. He took out another lemon, poured liquid on it, but this time didn't add salt. He gave the lemon to a cat, the cat ate it and fell lifeless. He took out another lemon, poured liquid on it, but this time didn't add salt. He gave the lemon to a parrot, the parrot ate it, but didn't die. A wicked smile formed on the man's face, and confidently he whispered, "Now no one will catch me.""Interesting," whispered the seven-year-old girl, "does such a poison exist? For a poison to form, a mixture of liquid and salt is needed.
How much she wanted to become a detective. Soon, very soon, perhaps in a month, she would become one. She needed to convince adults that children are capable of more than they think, that children are not less intelligent than adults, but equal to them in intellect. She immediately remembered her newly invented syllogism, which she wrote down yesterday morning.
"All butterflies are blue. Some blue objects like ladybugs. Blueberries like ladybugs."It's unknown whether butterflies like ladybugs, as these butterflies might not be among the blue objects that like butterflies. But if blueberries are butterflies, then one butterfly likes ladybugs." The girl sighed sadly, not understanding why she wasn't considered equal to adults; after all, she had excelled in something compared to young people. Not every intelligent adult understands syllogisms, to him, a butterfly is an insect, and blueberries are berries.
"Here, it's simply a matter of logical reasoning."Felicia sighed, feeling sadness and melancholy deep in her heart. Emotions causing strong discomfort in her soul prevented her from sleeping and led her to contemplate the effective construction of a state.
Why don't intelligent children have the right to vote, while an adult fool has the right to vote? Why, if it's a child, is it always considered dependent...
Children are more foolish, immature, yet they have no rights. An immature and infantile adult, less experienced than a child, yet still a child under the care of this giant.Deep within Felicia's consciousness, she knew the answer: the system requires it, it's necessary, but why? Felicia pondered, is it humane and just to take away the voice from a certain group of people, from fools, for example? If you can't take the voice away from fools and every person is free to vote, and if suddenly her thoughts carry discrimination based on intelligence...
"Why, in that case, does a child, whether smarter, dumber, more mature, or more infantile than an adult, still not have the right to express their opinion? People contradict themselves and limit others. There's no clear concept of intelligence, scientists haven't fully decided, but still, that guy is an idiot!"
Exclaimed the now matured girl in tension, but immediately after her words, she interrupted the conversation with herself, fearing that her mother might hear her and scold her for interrupting her sleep. However, the door didn't open, there were no footsteps to be heard. Perhaps her mother was sleeping... or she had decided that she had imagined it, if she had suddenly woken up. Nonetheless, Felicia continued to feel a heat comparable to burning fire within herself, and fear. With a quick gesture, she covered her mouth with her palm and began to think about butterflies fluttering over the meadow to calm herself. Her toy dog ran through the grass, trying to catch the fluttering ribbons. It seemed the little dog had mistaken a butterfly for a ribbon. Finding harmony and peace, Felicia fell asleep with a sweet dream, forgetting the terrifying and evil scientist, much to the world's relief, guarding children from evil.
How much she wanted to become a detective. Soon, very soon, perhaps in a month, she would become one. She needed to convince adults that children are capable of more than they think, that children are not less intelligent than adults, but equal to them in intellect. She immediately remembered her newly invented syllogism, which she wrote down yesterday morning.
"All butterflies are blue. Some blue objects like ladybugs. Blueberries like ladybugs."It's unknown whether butterflies like ladybugs, as these butterflies might not be among the blue objects that like butterflies. But if blueberries are butterflies, then one butterfly likes ladybugs." The girl sighed sadly, not understanding why she wasn't considered equal to adults; after all, she had excelled in something compared to young people. Not every intelligent adult understands syllogisms, to him, a butterfly is an insect, and blueberries are berries.
"Here, it's simply a matter of logical reasoning."Felicia sighed, feeling sadness and melancholy deep in her heart. Emotions causing strong discomfort in her soul prevented her from sleeping and led her to contemplate the effective construction of a state.
Why don't intelligent children have the right to vote, while an adult fool has the right to vote? Why, if it's a child, is it always considered dependent...
Children are more foolish, immature, yet they have no rights. An immature and infantile adult, less experienced than a child, yet still a child under the care of this giant.Deep within Felicia's consciousness, she knew the answer: the system requires it, it's necessary, but why? Felicia pondered, is it humane and just to take away the voice from a certain group of people, from fools, for example? If you can't take the voice away from fools and every person is free to vote, and if suddenly her thoughts carry discrimination based on intelligence...
"Why, in that case, does a child, whether smarter, dumber, more mature, or more infantile than an adult, still not have the right to express their opinion? People contradict themselves and limit others. There's no clear concept of intelligence, scientists haven't fully decided, but still, that guy is an idiot!"
Exclaimed the now matured girl in tension, but immediately after her words, she interrupted the conversation with herself, fearing that her mother might hear her and scold her for interrupting her sleep. However, the door didn't open, there were no footsteps to be heard. Perhaps her mother was sleeping... or she had decided that she had imagined it, if she had suddenly woken up. Nonetheless, Felicia continued to feel a heat comparable to burning fire within herself, and fear. With a quick gesture, she covered her mouth with her palm and began to think about butterflies fluttering over the meadow to calm herself. Her toy dog ran through the grass, trying to catch the fluttering ribbons. It seemed the little dog had mistaken a butterfly for a ribbon. Finding harmony and peace, Felicia fell asleep with a sweet dream, forgetting the terrifying and evil scientist, much to the world's relief, guarding children from evil.
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