Sorry, another "missing" and, now, triple post.
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More Kindness, Less Judgment
by compound complex ini am comforted by the realization that my little life has not been lived totally in vain.
there's been a lot of good stuff come my way.
most of my mistakes were not life altering.
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. . . ignoring collecting boxes in shops because 'Jehovah will take care of that'. Ordinary people took care of it, people who put me to shame. -- Xanthippe
Thank you, X, for that reminder of where many of us once stood. Now, we try to make up for opportunities lost.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! -- LV101
Likewise, to you, LV, and everyone else!
Those are certainly words to live by aren't they? -- Closer to Fine
We're all working on that, CtF! Thanks.
Live long and prosper -- zeb
You, too, Z! May your day be free of incident.
Blessings and Peace, dear friends!
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The Looking Glass
by compound complex inmy eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through dark curtains.
in contrast to my placid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world.
not so long ago, i was a companion to all, democratic in the society i kept.
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sorry -- double post. took a day to show up.
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The Looking Glass
by compound complex inmy eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through dark curtains.
in contrast to my placid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world.
not so long ago, i was a companion to all, democratic in the society i kept.
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My eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through dark curtains. In contrast to my placid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world. Not so long ago, I was a companion to all, democratic in the society I kept. I see the world, I know the world from my lookout, five-storeys removed from the bustle of a life now abandoned.
After my abrupt withdrawal from constant companionship, these, my true friends, inquired after my state, leaving their cards with Hayworth as he, my faithful butler, politely but firmly turned them all away. Consequently, they ceased further inquiry into my health and caught up with their own lives and made tracks elsewhere. Needless to say, my doorway has not been brightened by old friends for a considerable time.
The August sun has been burning with her characteristic, seasonal fire. I cannot, for the life of me, be rid of this penetrating, bone-biting chill that has settled in at my core. When, one day, I had casually regarded my overall aspect in the bevelled glass of Mother's wardrobe mirror, I was taken aback by an aggressive increase in pallor, an uncharacteristic thinness of my once robust frame, a mallen streak creeping up my scalp.
Months passed, with myself confined to what had once been Mother's suite. I would not allow my curious eyes to wander toward the honesty of silvered glass. With the passage of time, I completely left off wondering about that horrid reflection cast in glass.
Despite my physical self's incremental change over time -- I one day forced myself to look head on into that dread mirror -- what frightened me most was the accelerated fading of my reflection. I looked down; the feet that long supported me were cast in vaporous mist, the fingers that had made music a shadowy tracery that clutched desperately at a face that no longer was . . .
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Dorian, or Through the Looking Glass
by compound complex inunmovable, i stand motionless; it is not chains that bind me.. my eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through darkly transparent curtains.
in contrast to my languid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world.
not so long ago, i was a companion to all, democratic in the society i kept.
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Thanks, Diogenesister, for your comments. This story just came up about 45 minutes ago, although the initial posting aborted yesterday afternoon. Still can't figure it out.
Will look into the titles you suggested. Antoine de Saint-Exupery wrote The Little Prince, unless you're referring to that by Wilde?
Later, . . .
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Dorian, or Through the Looking Glass
by compound complex inunmovable, i stand motionless; it is not chains that bind me.. my eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through darkly transparent curtains.
in contrast to my languid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world.
not so long ago, i was a companion to all, democratic in the society i kept.
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Unmovable, I stand motionless; it is not chains that bind me.
My eyes, fixed steadily upon cheerful passersby on the street below, peer through darkly transparent curtains. In contrast to my languid self, these happy souls are at peace with the world. Not so long ago, I was a companion to all, democratic in the society I kept. I see the world, I know the world from my lookout, five-storeys removed from the bustle of a life now abandoned.
After my abrupt withdrawal from constant companionship, these, my true friends, inquired after my state, leaving their cards with Hayworth as he, my faithful butler, politely but firmly turned them all away. Consequently, they ceased further inquiry into my health and caught up with their own lives and made tracks elsewhere. Needless to say, my doorway has not been brightened by old friends for a considerable time.
The August sun has been burning with her characteristic, seasonal fire. I cannot, for the life of me, be rid of this penetrating, bone-biting chill that has settled in at my core. When, one day, I had casually regarded my overall aspect in the bevelled glass of Mother's wardrobe mirror, I was taken aback by an aggressive increase in pallor, an uncharacteristic thinness of my once robust frame, a mallen streak creeping up my scalp.
Months passed, with myself confined to what had once been Mother's suite. I would not allow my curious eyes to wander toward the honesty of silvered glass. With the passage of time, I completely left off wondering about that horrid reflection cast in glass.
Despite my physical self's incremental change over time -- I one day forced myself to look head on into that dread mirror -- what frightened me most was the accelerated fading of my reflection. I looked down; the feet that had long supported me were now shrouded in vaporous mist, the fingers that had once made sweet music a shadowy tracery that clutched desperately at a face that no longer was . . .
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How do JWs pronounce COBE?
by Wild_Thing injust wondering.
when i was a witness, we had presiding overseer, and would say p-o for short.
do they spell it out when they say cobe or do they say it with as a word?
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You're welcome, Splash!
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How do JWs pronounce COBE?
by Wild_Thing injust wondering.
when i was a witness, we had presiding overseer, and would say p-o for short.
do they spell it out when they say cobe or do they say it with as a word?
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NAACP and SPCA are, technically, initialisms; they cannot be pronounced.
NASA and PETA are acronyms, which are pronounceable.
Nevertheless, the term acronym is generally used whether the term is pronounceable or not.
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Baby parts story from 1989 Awake magazine
by OrphanCrow in*this post was prompted by a reddit thread: https://www.reddit.com/r/exjw/comments/7eqno4/jehovahs_witnesses_promote_truth_by_verifying/.
so.. the org makes the claim that.
"anyone who reads our publications or views our videos can be confident that the facts were thoroughly researched and are accurate.".
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Hi there, OrphanCrow:
Many years ago, Awake! had a little blurb at the bottom of a page that described a Laurel-and-Hardy-like slapstick accident in which a workman was loading bricks into a barrel (as I recall). As he raised the barrel to an upper story*, via rope and pulley, the mechanism somehow malfunctioned. The rope, of course, was wrapped around his ankle, unbeknownst to him. The laden barrel came crashing down; Joe Workman got yanked upwards. The barrel full of bricks crashed and split open, emptied of its load. Joe came plummeting down. This had to have been in the '60s.
Anyway, sometime later there was either a retraction and/or apology wherein the publisher apologized for making light of another person's misfortune.
I have a head full of useless WT quotations and stories.
*storey
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Are Beards becoming more acceptable due to decline in membership?
by UnshackleTheChains ini noticed a young brother with a beard being given more privelages within our hall.
when he first grew his beard, he lost his privelages.
but more and more recently he has been helping out a lot more.. the cobe is old school and a stickler for rules, but with the hall becoming more empty these days, and the need for young brothers, he seems to have relaxed on this particular watchtower/man made rule.
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Bearded elder in Worlds Apart.