The only time machine is a clock. It moves forward. It measures time. The units of measurement are arbitrary. If we convene as to the units of measurement to be used, we can measure time together. ~ C A Cafolini
The only time machine is a clock. It moves forward. It measures time. The units of measurement are arbitrary. If we convene as to the units of measurement to be used, we can measure time together. ~ C A Cafolini
If as an atheist you are willing to do good, we might find a meeting place. ~ Pope Bergoglio, AKA Francis.
Context.Originally Posted by cafolini
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Thinking that any thing is the word of God results in very funny reasoning. But what are we to think? We who live in the midst of the mystery of life have no other genuine alternative. The hope is that we will be blessed by His Grace. May we all be blessed by His Grace. In God we trust. ~ C A Cafolini
"The more difficult the obstacle the more glory in overcoming it." Moliere
It gives me hope and energy in facing difficulties.
Those who seek glory are playing God and they already lost that battle a long time ago.
Henry V responds to Westmorland's wish for ten thousand more Englishmen, at the Battle of Agincourt.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
It is not the want of will, its the strength that i want. If i could i would but as sure as i am alive, I cannot.
From Act 2 of The Importance of Being Earnest
Jack. Ah! that reminds me, you mentioned christenings I think, Dr. Chasuble? I suppose you know how to christen all right? [Dr. Chasuble looks astounded.] I mean, of course, you are continually christening, aren’t you?
Miss Prism. It is, I regret to say, one of the Rector’s most constant duties in this parish. I have often spoken to the poorer classes on the subject. But they don’t seem to know what thrift is.
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Previously JonathanB
The more I read, the more I shall covet to read. Robert Burton The Anatomy of Melancholy Partion3, Section 1, Member 1, Subsection 1
And the dialogue directly following is pretty good as well. (It is Miss Prism's interjections that are wonderful to my mind.)
Chasuble. But is there any particular infant in whom you are interested, Mr. Worthing? Your brother was, I believe, unmarried, was he not?
Jack. Oh yes.
Miss Prism. [Bitterly.] People who live entirely for pleasure usually are.
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Previously JonathanB
The more I read, the more I shall covet to read. Robert Burton The Anatomy of Melancholy Partion3, Section 1, Member 1, Subsection 1
One of my favorites that I can remember now is "timshel" (thou mayest) from East of Eden. My preferred translation of what God told Cain when he banished him to the Land of Nod, east of Eden because it lays the burden of overcoming evil and attaining salvation directly on Cain himself. Since we are all descendants of Cain, God is telling us that we may overcome and be saved by our own works. But I have wondered if I really understand it because this interpretation seems to be inconsistent with the message of Jesus which is that we are saved not by our works but by accepting Jesus as our savior. But, I do find some encouragement in my interpretation.
Here's another. This one is by Arthur Rimbaud from Morning in A Season In Hell.
"when shall we go beyond the mountains and the shores, to greet the birth of new toil, of new wisdom, the flight of tyrants, of demons, the end of superstition, to adore-the first to adore!-Christmas on the earth."
Another one by Rimbaud. From Farewell in A Season In Hell.
"Spiritual combat is as brutal as the battle of men: but the vision of justice is the pleasure of God alone."
Here's one by Charles Baudelaire from the prose poem Be Drunken.
"Be drunken, always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue as you please. But be drunken"
Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But daddy left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So, I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day
Well word gets around in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
Mama was proud and she stood her ground
She knew she was on the losin' end
Some folks whispered some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
When time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day
Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it's Independence Day
Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames and took down some names
And sent me to the county home
Now, I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong
But maybe it's the only way
Talk about your revolution
It's the Independence Day
Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it's Independence Day
Roll the stone away, it's Independence Day
MARTINA MCBRIDE - INDEPENDENCE DAY LYRICS
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