(marginalia vitae)
A good song. Pity for the pictures, they are a little bit off the intensity of the lyrics. It is hard for me to imagine the neverdying flame as sth pale blue, pinkish or whatever the pictures suggest.
Read More It were my soul’s desire to see the face of GodI love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]
Read More to Him of the hosts of heaveni have often thought of the images and feelings, and emotions that i associate with the presence of god. and how, contrary to how i am and all that, it is the felis dei, not canis dei that i associate my fe[e]lings (pun intended) towards god with. finally, here’s a picture.
Read More how it sometimes feels to be in the hand of godIn his Pensées Pascal writes: 233. Infinite- nothing. — Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else. Unity joined to infinity adds nothing to it, no more than one foot to an infinite measure. The finite is annihilated in the presence […]
Read More the wagerthis is a counterweight to the monstrous beginning of this day. if god were a control freak, he’d go insane from the insanity of the things under-evolved humanity is capable of. i will treasure my free will at all times, and thank god i have it. *those who are interested in the FSM idea, click […]
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