Been watching news most of the day about Santa Fe, Texas (near Houston).
Andrew Pollack, the father of Meadow (murdered at Parkland, Florida, on Valentine's Day), told the news anchor that he is no better now, 90 days later. There is nothing one can say to bereaved parents to make them feel better.
Nonetheless, he intends to go to Texas to offer support and hugs . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
I am patient . . .
You are lost in the desert of your heart and mind, yet, somehow, you are with me in your own small way. I understand solitude and what it does to a man. It eats away. Your thoughts are muddled. Your affections are divided.
You hate me. You love me. I am no stranger to internal confusion, even despair.
I await your return.
I am patient . . .
just thought i'd share what i found in my fortune cookie.
(i know, fortune cookies are inviting demons, just like lucky charms cereal 😜) well actually it's more of a proverb, like most of them are nowadays:.
"as one grows to understand life less and less, one learns to live it more and more.".
Thanks, neat blue dog:
I agree. Your quotation brought this one from Bertrand Russell to mind:
"One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision."
witness: yes.
attorney: and what were you doing at that time?
witness: yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and
UNBELIEVABLE!
Thank you for starting my day with a laff.
fantastic!
but why being shown in 4k for only 1 day?.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btnda1azf2c.
Have a VHS of it from the old days when you could copy a tape off the televised version.
I recall from my research that the bombs were actually cylindrical, not spherical.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
Thank you, humbled!
Yes, I'm feeling a little thirsty, even in my metaphoric desert.
Wishing you and yours a happy day.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
Awaiting your return, I grow restless.
Do you remember the times we shared -- the laughter, the tears, the memories?
As if it never happened, so long ago has it been.
Will you come back and reminisce about the life we once knew?
Wondering as I do if ever I'll know love and its sweet perils again . . .
i have to say that the talk was very good.
instead of just repeating a jw manual , the speaker actually spoke about my brother!
there were a few scriptures with the jw hope but 80 % of the talk was actually about the life of my brother.
Good to hear, minimus! Glad it went well for you.
I've been to a few memorials where the deceased was remembered, above and beyond the script.
i had never thought about this until just now when i saw that nathan natas posted some early tract from rutherford, and it made me think back to what little i could remember of the history i was taught.
i now know that in most cases the dubs will spin stories in their favor.
so i'm now assuming i was told some fictitious story about what happened when the leaders were thrown in prison and things looked bleak for the cult way back when.
Knorr and Franz were happy that he was no longer at New York but far away in some nice house on the opposite coast where the weather is good practically all year. -- Brokeback Watchtower
Thanks, BW:
That's exactly what I read, come to think of it, in The Four Presidents, by Edmund Gruss.
i had never thought about this until just now when i saw that nathan natas posted some early tract from rutherford, and it made me think back to what little i could remember of the history i was taught.
i now know that in most cases the dubs will spin stories in their favor.
so i'm now assuming i was told some fictitious story about what happened when the leaders were thrown in prison and things looked bleak for the cult way back when.
I recall a Society publication (Jehovah's Witnesses in the Divine Purpose [?]) stating that our "dear Brother Rutherford" suffered a bout of pneumonia while in prison and, upon release from prison, was urged by the brothers to spend time in the healthful climate of southern California.
Terry would know . . .
