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… Children and old people are penned up and locked away from the business of the world to an unprecedented degree; nobody talks to them anymore. Without children and old people mixing in daily life, a community has no future and no past, only a continuous present. In fact, the term “community” hardly applies to the way we interact with each other. We live in networks, not communities, and everyone I know is lonely because of that. …
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-John Tayor Gatto, “Why Schools Don’t Educate”
WOW…
For the sorrow that is according to the will of God produces a repentance without regret, leading to salvation, but the sorrow of the world produces death. (2 Corinthians 7:10)
Lord have mercy.
how do i survive a thing that requires me to sacrifice my individuality?
you don’t survive. that’s the key.
stop waiting for Him to save your “self”.
He never said He would. He said you would have to suffer and die. He said that waiting for your “self” to be saved would result in never waking from this death.
your true self is waiting on the other side.
sacrifice your desires on the alter of your heart and you will know Me.
Just to clarify this previous post. The reason i say F the corporation is because if everyone was faithful to Allah, then The Corporation would not have to worry about “motivation” and holding people accountable to The Corporation. The Corporation would not have to motivate people to do a good job if people’s hearts were focused on the Highest Good. The Love. Our One Triune God. Allah.
Thank You.
…not in a trite or “polite” way. But with sincere love, patience, forbearance and passion for the Truth of their brother or sister’s Soul.
I recognize the beauty of postmodernity as we sit on the porch in front of the bonfire, dressed in silver and gold skin tight poliester jump suites, wearing black david bowie wigs and an oversized sports cup in my pants, strumming stairway to heaven, led zeplin, the carpenters, joni mitchel, eagles and other 60s/70s rock and sharing a sincerely beautiful moment of human communion. it’s the night after halloween and all of my wifes family is here from OK, our friends are here and it’s beautiful.
Arthur held the vile meticulously in his hand. The waters of the tiny world trembled in his grip. He imagined a microscopic version of himself doing a cannon-ball into this little ocean.
His mind wandered past all of the cataclysmic events of the last few days and weeks and years that had led up to this point in time, the point in time where Arthur Holt was grasping the last 4 ounces of water on earth. The chemical’s new found singularity struck him strange, for prior to this moment, water had been the most common, elemental, forgotten and taken for granted substance known to man. Even if he was completely parched, he knew that somewhere, no matter how inaccessible it might be, there was water. But now… this was not even the case.
Now Arthur really held the last drop of water in his fingers. He wondered what it would feel like to drink the last 4 ounces of water, what emotions would rush through his veins, what thoughts of despair or ecstasy would swim around his head. This single water might be saved for later when truly needed at a cataclysmic moment of desperate rescue. It was a glistening potion of hope and despair, of comfort and anxiety, a monument to creation and a crumbled ruin of a reminder to the past.
How, Arthur wondered, how could this simple compound of Hydrogen and Oxygen contain so many paradoxes, enigmas and mysteries of the life it used to uphold. It held every question to every answer of earthly life. It was life itself. It told a story, not a human story, but a story of energy, power, creation, of god breathing life into a fiery, explosive element. The human element, they had exploded on the earth and scorched it beyond recognition ironically using the element of fire that when bonded with the breath of god created this basic building block of earthly life.
The vile, so precious and so endangered reminded him of the stories he read as a child where there was always a precious vile, singular in it’s ability and availability to offer its barer hope in darkness, healing at the last gasp of life and protection in the face of horror.
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So I just discovered this amazing website:
it’s very beautiful and the audio recitation is very helpful in learning correct pronunciation of the Arabic.
I understand that the Arabic is spoken in the Eastern Orthodox Church. I plan on looking into this aspect more.
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