I don’t know what mine means. I wanted a screen name and could not think of one, so I got an idea. I rented a monkey and sat it in front of a typewriter. After a very long time the monkey typed out the entire bible, Genesis through Revelation. The monkey looked at me and then typed B O R G F R E E. I shouted EUREKA, but used Borgfree instead.
"Without knowledge there can be no genuine faith--only superstition on the one hand or speculation on the other" Robert Banks
When I first started posting on internet boards, I was still very angry about the policies of the WTS that allow child molestation to continue and perpetrators to go unpunished. I'm still passionate about it, but not quite so angry as I used to be. Anyway, in my rose-colored-glasses view of the world, it would be a place safe for children, hence the name.
she is an inspirational character to me because through adversity she has kept a wonderful code of ethics, her dignity and is emotionally very strong. All things I would like to embody.
And you are all those things....those are characteristics of you that I greatly admire.
I used to use Skeptic's Soapbox, the name of my web site. The H2Oer's shortened it to either SS or Skeptic. I liked Skeptic, so I kept it. I consider myself a Skeptic, someone who looks at the provable facts before coming to a conclusion. That is the ideal I try to live up to.
Someone once quoted a poem for me on this board that contained the phrase hungry for life but I don't remember which thread it was on. If anyone remembers I would love to add it to my signature.
I'm not sure about a poem, but "hungry for life" appears in a song by Sade (the singer, not the Marquis). She said she met a "bloke" in a bar in New York in the 1980s and he started talking about his experiences during the Vietnam war, and that conversation inspired the song.
he told me sweet lies of sweet loves heavy with the burden of the truth and he spoke of his dreams broken by the burden broken by the burden of his youth fourteen years he said i couldn't look into the sun she saw him laying at the end of my gun hungry for life and thirsty for the distant river i remember his hands and the way the mountains looked the light shot diamonds from his eyes hungry for life and thirsty for the distant river like the scar of age written all over my face the war is still raging inside of me i still feel the chill as i reveal my shame to you i wear it like a tattoo i wear it like a tattoo i wear it like a tattoo --Sade, "Like a Tatoo"