Which two storylines can be correctly categorized as science fiction?
a 5-year-old child tells his parents about his past life that he can remember clearly.
a narrator recounts the day his hometown suffered an alien invasion.
a mountaineer describes his ascent to the highest peak in the world.
a teacher takes her class to the past in a time machine to investigate their roots.

“heartwork each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. you have no control over how your story begins or ends. but by now, you should know that all things have an ending. every spark returns to darkness. every sound returns to silence. and every flower returns to sleep with the earth. the journey of the sun and moon is predictable. but yours, is your ultimate art.” ― suzy kassem what does this quote mean to you? and why? i'm not looking for anything in particular, i just wanted to know. : )

Which is the best summary of emerson’s view of solitude expressed in society and solitude? spending time in solitude is preferable to spending time in society, and it is ultimately more beneficial. though solitude is not necessarily valuable in and of itself, it is important to recognize its significance within a larger community. solitude can be beneficial in that it allows the mind to contemplate necessary and difficult questions. only through spending time in solitude and in deep observation of the natural world can one find happiness within society.

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.