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Name: RuneSage
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Gender: Male
Interests: reading, writing, role-playing, hiking, video games, comics/manga, anime;
making out with my wife
Expertise: listening to people / service
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Member Since:
11/1/2003
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| *looks around* Hmmmm....October 27, 2004....
*knocks cyberdust off the frames*
Yep, that's been a while back.
Um....hehe. *nervous laugh* | | |
| i would just like to say that The Da Vinci Code is a totally messed up book. i think that the most dangerous part of Dan Brown's novel is that you're never really quite sure where he is relay something based in fact, or where his is fabricating. personally, i think that the book is riddled with half-truths that Brown exploits to the hilt. the major red flag for me is that he gives very little credit to sources, he just uses his characters to state things as fact. i plan on doing some research of my own, just to set my mind at peace. bottom line though, no matter how much people blow it out of proportion, this is still a work of fiction. i'll keep ya updated.
Happy Halloween! | | |
| It amazes me that Anga and I have been active in TreeSprite's Creatures Grove for over a year! And here we are, again at the turning of the season. This year has moved passed quickly, and now it stands before us, breathing its last. But these last breaths are always powerful ones. Gusts that blow down from the mountains, and rattle the trees. I do not find sorrow in the dying season of a year. Instead, the Fall never fails to reenergize me. I am filled anew with creativity and life, even as the leaves change color around me. It is the dwelling place of Bradbury's "October Country"...
"...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain..." | | |
| And now, a word from the Great Apologist...
"It is no use either saying that if there is a God of that sort - and impersonal absolute goodness - then you do not like Him and are not going to bother about Him. For the trouble is that one part of you is on His side and really agrees with his disapproval of human greed and trickery and exploitation. You may want Him to make an exception in your own case, to let you off this one time; but you know at bottom that unless the power behind the world really and unalterably detests that sort of behaviour, then He cannot be good. On the other hand, we know that if there does exist and absolute goodness, then all our efforts are in the long run hopeless. But if it is, then we ourselves enemies to that goodness every day, and are not in the least likely to do any better tomorrow, and so our case is hopeless again. We cannot to without it, and we cannot do with it. God is the only comfort, He is also the supreme terror: the thing we most need and the thing we most want to hide from. He is our only possible ally, and we have made ourselves His enemies. Some people talk as if meeting the gaze of absolute goodness would be fun. They need to think again. They are still only playing with religion. Goodness is either the great safety or the great danger - according to the way you react to it. And we have reacted the wrong way."
- C.S. Lewis from Mere Christianity | | |
| Venio (venire veni ventum) - to come
- of physical movement; in course of time, to happen, come, arrive; to grow; to arise from; to come to
hmm...to grow | | |
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