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#1777 - Saturday, April 24, 2004 - Editor: michael
Not burdened with
expectation,
one engages the world in
constant surprise.
Not shackled to aversion,
one discovers the balance of
equanimity.
Not given to attraction,
one becomes an exuberant
expression of joy.
Not cursed with contention,
one develops enduring
patience.
Bearing witness to the
truth,
one does not deliver
compassion
with a stick.
Mace Mealer
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the good outweighs the evil
peace - 28,300,000 war - 92,600,000
but there is more war than peace
god - 60,600,000 devil - 10,400,000
god is still the greatest
love - 121,000,000 hate - 13,400,000
love is greater
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From:
"ericparoissien" Date: Sat Apr 24, 2004 11:36 pm Subject: Morality w/o God |
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Morality Without God I've seen the lights from a thousand stars, and the flames of a thousand pairs of eyes and their glow is the same mercurial fire, intense as lasers or the gold in the eyes of a gorilla, the bright stare of an angry lion, the very center of a new flower that's alone in a field of dust, awaiting the center of another's, and I see into time's cauldron pieces of a truth, like moats in the sunlight, separate but whole, the management of life to which we assign our symbols and our sounds that bring us bread and sometimes love, sometimes sadness, sometimes bliss, and the lexicon fills up, overflowing with desire for sounds to make it all come out right and pleasant in our dreams. We stand on a cliff, wind in our faces, the dark sea below, rocks and raging seas awaiting, we offer up our words as if for shields against the truth of living, while coursing through our veins our history boils and tumbles leaving us sublimely alone, and yet arguing with false angles that we stand not beside some god who cares much less for the thistle than he does for a deadly human wound, and cares more for the blood of a saint than he does for sigh of a deranged child. Finally, as the sea roars and the winds tear us from one terrible moment to the next, we arrive at the corner of a dark street and meet ourselves coming toward us, head bent in the anguish of life, and there, in an explosion of untellable truth we see that gods vanish on the pavement like evaporating rain in the morning light, and our minds turn inward like a vast mirror, larger than the most imaginable universe. We the humans who have made the word, we the creatures who create the lust for knowing what lies behind the mind of knowing, we the animal flesh conspiring to be more than the passions of animals, have arrived at the Eden of moral certainty, and stand before it dumbfounded and blind. Far off, a billion, billion light years away, the sanctity of an illumination that makes us curl up in fetal sleep, closes a hand around our minds, and in the end we know what knowing really is. --- Richard SanSom --- http://sansom-society-gb.freewebspace.com
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bullshit http://www.sho.com/site/ptbs/home.do Dear Friends, Saturday was my 55th birthday. As you can see from this edition, I have become instantly senile. Somehow life seems simpler this way. The Earth is a magical garden once again and people look so beautiful. Every moment is an adventure and a surprise as I search for my car in the vastness of the Walmart parking lot.... And whatever comes, goes. as ever - be well, michael |