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observations: if man is merely a machine and the universe is merely a mechanism .... if men were only machines, they would react more or less uniformly to a material universe.
individuality, much less personality, would be nonexistent.. materialism reduces man to a soulless automaton and constitutes him merely an arithmetical symbol finding a helpless place in the mathematical formula of an unromantic and mechanistic universe.
but whence comes all this vast universe of mathematics without a master mathematician?
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the degradation of the governing body members continues on.
mark sanderson gives a talk regarding his visit to belgium for the memorial this year and was travelling from korea to munich to brussels, belgium on the day of the belgium terrorist attacks.he cannot wipe the smirk on his face as he relates his experience, with no regard whatsoever of all those unfortunately affected by the attacks.
in fact, he personally found god's hand affecting him personally, allowing him to attend the memorial as planned and a kh dedication.he is that privileged during his flight travels that internet was available to him, enabling him to catch up on current news and to contact branch's.
He looks like a child molester to me...Just sayin'.
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observations: if man is merely a machine and the universe is merely a mechanism .... if men were only machines, they would react more or less uniformly to a material universe.
individuality, much less personality, would be nonexistent.. materialism reduces man to a soulless automaton and constitutes him merely an arithmetical symbol finding a helpless place in the mathematical formula of an unromantic and mechanistic universe.
but whence comes all this vast universe of mathematics without a master mathematician?
this thing that was my mother.
this thing that was my mother, so withered and blackened now,.
was once so kind and loving, but things have changed somehow.. remember when you'd hold me, and soothe my childhood fears?.
Thanks for your kindness and fellow feeling...I've always been the type to wear my feelings on my sleeve. It as been my downfall many times.Finding a new outlet to express myself has helped.
I thought I was over it. But apparently there is still a stinger in my flesh. It pops up every now and then to continue the stinging.
@mikeypants: I don't know her email address, and I'm sure anything she got in the regular mail wouldn't be opened, but thrown in the trash without being read. That's how she rolls. She does have a Youtube channeland I posted it there as a comment...
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https://www.blogger.com/blogin.g?blogspoturl=https://marvinshilmer.blogspot.com/2013/07/complete-donation-what-happened.html.
He passed away Vander.
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this thing that was my mother.
this thing that was my mother, so withered and blackened now,.
was once so kind and loving, but things have changed somehow.. remember when you'd hold me, and soothe my childhood fears?.
This is my first poem. I wrote it tonight. My dad was really good at it. I've never really thought about writing like this, but I've seen some excellent poetry being posted lately and wondered if I should give it a try. Sorry for the sad tone but It made me feel better to get it out like this. I guess you could chock this poem up to being part of my recovery.
Now I need to come up with something happier to write about. We'll see.
Thanks for looking,
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this thing that was my mother.
this thing that was my mother, so withered and blackened now,.
was once so kind and loving, but things have changed somehow.. remember when you'd hold me, and soothe my childhood fears?.
This Thing That Was My Mother
This thing that was my mother, so
withered and blackened now,
was once so kind and loving, but things have changed somehow.
Remember when you'd hold me, and soothe my childhood fears?
You'd help me with my homework, and wipe away my tears...
You loved and fed and nurtured, with fierce maternal protection.
I always felt the warmth of your enormous motherly affection.
I thought it would last forever, but your feelings took a turn,
Now you say I'm dead, because of things I've learned.
You threw away that love you had, you tossed me in the trash,
and now where your heart once was there is an empty gash...
From inside my trashcan, I feel my wounds and mourn.
All your love and goodness, replaced with hate and scorn.
It hurt to lose you mother, you meant so much to me.
I have to let you go now, I'm healing and I'm free...
Goodbye Mom.
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beards have been talked about a lot, especially with the recent wt article, but what about other types of non-mustache facial hair, like goatees chinbeards and soul patches?.
in my own experience i've seen a white young man with big handlebars and a soul patch run mikes, do literature and give talks not too long ago.
i saw a black older man with a sizeable soul patch as the focus of one shot in a jw.org video about an annual meeting a few years ago.
I wonder why there is a slot on that JW Match form that tells whether or not he is a smoker? I thought it would be a given, considering it's a dating site for JWs.
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i just frightened a jehovah’s witness lady half out of her wits!.
i just frightened a sweet jehovah’s witness lady half out of her wits.... .
she took off like a sprinter at the sound of a starter pistol!.
I can hear the tones....Dee dee dee dee dee!
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i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
Sorry CoCo. Right after I posted I saw that there were other poems. I like your poetry btw.
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