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#2. Monologue from the television series Grey’s Anatomy- Male Ask most surgeons why they became surgeons and they usually tell you the same thing; it was for the high, the rush, the thrill that comes from cutting someone open and saving their life. For me, it was different. Maybe because I grew up in a house with four sisters. No, definitely because I grew up in a house with four sisters. Because it’s the quiet that drew me to surgery. The operating room is a quiet place, peaceful. It has to be in order for us to stay alert and to stave complications. When you stand in the operating room, your patient on the table, all the world’s noise, all the worries that it brings…disappears. A calm settles over you. Time passing without thought. For that moment, you feel completely at peace. Peace isn’t a permanent state. It exists in moments. Fleeting; gone before we even knew it was there. We can experience it at any time; in a stranger’s act of kindness. A task that requires complete focus. Or simply the comfort of an old routine. Everyday, we all experience these moments of peace. The trick is to know when they’re happening. So we can embrace them, live in them…and finally let them go. 2

#3. Excerpt from a speech given by MLK on June 4, Female The Greek language uses three words for love. It talks about eros. Eros is a sort of aesthetic love. It has come to us to be a sort of romantic love and it stands with all of its beauty. But when we speak of loving those who oppose us we’re not talking about eros. The Greek language talks about philia and this is a sort of reciprocal love between personal friends. This is a vital, valuable love. But when we talk of loving those who oppose you and those who seek to defeat you we are not talking about eros or philia. The Greek language comes out with another word and it is agape. Agape is understanding, creative, redemptive good will for all men. Biblical theologians would say it is the love of God working in the minds of men. It is an overflowing love which seeks nothing in return. And when you come to love on this level you begin to love men not because they are likeable, not because they do things that attract us, but because God loves them and here we love the person who does the evil deed while hating the deed that the person does. It is the type of love that stands at the center of the movement that we are trying to carry on in the Southland—agape. 3

#4. Excerpt from “I’m Explaining a Few Things” by Pablo Neruda- Male And one morning all that was burning, one morning the bonfires leapt out of the earth devouring human beings and from then on fire, gunpowder from then on, and from then on blood. Bandits with planes and Moors, bandits with finger-rings and duchesses, bandits with black friars spattering blessings came through the sky to kill children and the blood of children ran through the streets without fuss, like children’s blood. Face to face with you I have seen the blood of Spain tower like a tide to drown you in one wave of pride and knives.

#4 Continued… Treacherous generals: see my dead house, look at broken Spain: from every house burning metal flows instead of flowers from every socket of Spain Spain emerges and from every dead child a rifle with eyes and from every crime bullets are born which will one day find the bull’s eye of your hearts. And you will ask: why doesn’t his poetry speak of dreams and leaves and the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets. Come and see the blood in the streets! 4

#5. Excerpt from A Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson- Female A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us, that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence over the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation of all things artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength. It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility. 5

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“Don’t Let Me Be Normal” This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock; something like that. So I said hello. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said hello! It was quite mysterious. So do you know what I did? I went to my mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. And as i was brushing it, my hair turned mauve. No, honestly! Mauve! Then red. then some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it.... Every day something happens to me. I don't know what to make of it. When I get up in the morning and get dressed, I can tell...something's different. I like to touch my eyelids, because they're never quite the same. Oh, oh, oh! I hug myself till my arms turn blue, then I close my eyes and cry and cry till the tears come down and I can taste them. I love to taste my tears. I am special. I am special! Please god, please, don't let me be normal! 9

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