evil never falls alone

the balrog* falls from the bridge in moria to its doom, and gandalf falls with it.

the evil never falls alone. it always – always takes the good down with it.

and then for a moment the good is down, and the evil is gone. it is in those moments, that hope becomes the frailest.

and no, knowledge of this does not save, nor does it give any comfort. when the moment of in-between comes, the knowledge of good and evil, and all related ethics take a back seat.

then what remains?

the duty, and the daily routine. the simple purposes and tasks that had been set before the great battle. this is what remains.

and then the unexpected meeting. the white clothes of the reborn good. the light. the mended sword, and the last universal battle which will transform the world entirely.

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*balrog: a creature in tolkinian universe. has originated from corrupt beings of second level of sub-creation (maiar). fiery, powerful and evil.

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my mother still safely in hospital. the roads have become un-navigable because of snowstorms. i am stuck in this city, with student papers and myself.

the egret

this is it. i finally have an e-book reader. it looks cute, and is functional, and light, and thin, and reads almost anything that does not run away.

i called it egret. because it feels like that.  mmm… of course egrets might get offended, but they are my favourite birds of contemplation anyway.

now, to upload the books, and off to reading. this lizard happy. this lizard got books.

book titles that are oxymorons and culturally insane

today the shrimp and me talked, and she mentioned a book she had seen on a garage sales: mountains of denmark. really. mountains. of. denmark. i laughed my head off, i did.

so, i thought, why not come up with some more oxymoronic titles for books. some of them might be the thinnest books in the world, come to think of it.

so here it goes:

• german humour
• american culture
• latvian self-esteem
• english cooking
• french polyglossy
• polish politeness
• russian tea-totallers

etc.

feel free to add your own to this list.

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my mother is in hospital with a heart condition. i will know more tomorrow. maybe. what an ending for the year, even if i am saying so myself.

could not have guessed

this thought is really neat. contradictory to what it says about the universe and things in it.

Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.[..]Reality, in fact, is usually something you could not have guessed. That is one of the reasons I believe Christianity. It is a religion you could not have guessed. (C.S.Lewis)

and church is something nobody could have guessed either.

gospel-centered life

just finished the fist reading of  The Gospel-centered Life by Bob Thune&Will Walker, World Harvest Ministries, and for once i have to say that

this is an extremely well-conceived, challenging and perfectly planned study guide to a number of  key-concepts, practices and theology in your everyday christian life.

brilliant

he..converted aeronautically challenged birds into puffs of dropping feathers..
Bill Bryson. A Short History of Nearly Everything

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noklausījos grāmatu the shack

starp citu, kā latviski var nosaukt uz ātru roku uzceltu ēku, domātu pagaidu dzīvošanai, parasti mežā vai kādā skarbā teritorijā.. Būda? grausts? šķūnis? slietenis? silto zemju vārdi šaizemē neiedzīvojas – pārāk pamatīga ir lv domāšana par mitekļa iespējām un uzdevumiem. tāpēc nepievienošu latvijas konotāciju grāmatas nosaukuma interpretācijai, paturot to pašu amerikānisko – the shack.

noklausījos. līdz galam. un vietām vairākas reizes. man žēl, ka nav grāmatas, kuŗu var apturēt vajadzīgajā lapas pusē vai pāršķirt, kā iegribas. tāpēc mani formulējumi ir tālu no pilnības un citātu tiešuma.

kopumā iespaids ir pretrunīgs. mans akadēmiskais 2/3 sastāvs apgalvo, ka te nu ir radinieks visiem koelju un cāļu zupām un pārējam pārgremoti-pārstrādātam trešreizējam paradigmu uzlējumam. 1/3 manis, savukārt, nespēj beigt muļķīgi smaidīt un dziļi iekšpusē priecāties ar prieku, kam nav nekāda, ne mazākā sakara ar to, kas notiek ap mani un manām zināšanām.