| Individual thoughts, not necessarily meant to be prose. ------------------------------------------ It is strange how oftentimes the air speaks. We are sane as long as we hear voices when there are none. We are insane when we hear nothing and worse we are deaf. Of course, it is always more difficult to sing when the audience has turned it's back. ---------------------------------------------- And for most who live, hell is never knowing who they are, some, knowing is their torment, and some worse, they lie. To God obscenity is not uncovered flesh. It is exposed intention. Nakedness is just a state of heart. Was Adam any more unclothed when he discovered shame? Yes. Where does the cheating heart start. When the loyalty (heart)is forsaken to fan the flames of another? When the infatuation is purposely fed? When The foundations of character come crashing down? We are set adrift in mindless mazes of the mind as we PRETEND to explore.... unknowing, unseeing and of course accepting no responsibility. How can we claim to be blind? and claim to see? ------------------------------------------- No person ever is so helpless as the one in whom joy and misery sleep comfortably together. No physician can give health and happiness to the man who enjoys his affliction. For such a man, health and happiness are always contradictory. Humanity is fickle. They may dress for a morning coronation and never feel the need to change clothes to attend an execution in the afternoon. So Triumphal Sundays and Good Fridays always fit comfortably into the same week. Character. ---------------------------------------------- It is easier to be impressive with the young and inexperienced. You steal their hearts with flowery illusion. Illusion? yes because they foolishly demand nothing of you other than the illusion, and you exchange it for accomplishment and confidence in your self. ---------------------------------------------- Syllogism: Major Premise: God is a custom. Minor Premise: A custom is an old old habit. Conclusion: Therefore, God is an old, old habit. Maybe we're just cofused ============================================= Take your visions. Give me Photographs! The book of visions always has blank pages, for the people never can agree on exactly what they saw. The albums, filled with photographs where lens and light and silver nitrate record the moments as they were. A steady light may be observed. A flash, however, brilliant, is debated. I think alot of us chase after pretty flashes, and some desire to be pretty flashes. In exchange of truth. ---------------------------------------------- Good bye ! Cruel world! the letter pinned to the shirt above the red. His world was cruel. We wondered why he had to say goodbye. Death is the confirmation of the believers creed. For the skeptic, it is discovery immense and late. --------------------------------------------- Some final observations kind of poetic o_- (bear with me) Prayer is most real when we refuse to say "amen." We most love heaven when we wil not end our conversations quickly. and... Becareful in relationships to be Jesus to them and truth, Iron sharpening Iron sometimes. Not a humanist, exchanging worldly loyalties for truth. A humanist in chocking sea called for help and presently recieved in full intensity Advice. it went: "You must swim, if you would be, Rescue breeds dependency; self reliance makes one free!" (it was nice to say you see) And now the one floated by easily, and dead! ---------------------------------------------- becareful little ones we are not messing with toys but life. Even our own! A God too large to walk in human shoes has outgrown every hope of human use. And heavy skeptics weighted down with doubt can never rise to see what God's about. ------------------------------------------- Peace and mercy to you! I have not written much online, so be gentle in criticism, but it is welcome if contructive and maybe challanging to my thoughts. |
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It is strange how oftentimes the air speaks. We are sane as long as we hear voices when there are none. We are insane when we hear nothing and worse we are deaf. Of course, it is always more difficult to sing when the audience has turned it's back. And for most who live, hell is never knowing who they are, some, knowing is their torment, and some worse, they lie. To God obscenity is not uncovered flesh. It is exposed intention. Nakedness is just a state of heart. Was Adam any more unclothed when he
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