lots of fish in your what?
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* http://www.mianustu.org/.
wonder what is the best thing to eat there is?.
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lots of fish in your what?
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what does the world look like through you eyes?.
is it loud or frightening?.
is it quiet or peaceful?.
What does the world look like through you eyes?
Is it loud or frightening?
Is it quiet or peaceful?
Do you keep waiting for life’s next big surprise?
Is life’s landscape happy and green?
Do the birds sing?
Does the sun shine brightly on your face?
Do you know where you’re going, d’ya know where you’ve been?
Has happiness come your way?
Do you wake up everyday just ready to face your next challenge?
Are you hungry to succeed?
Is life a drug unto itself for you or do you just want to end each day?
Are there many occasions where your home is filled with the banter and laughter of friends?
Are pain, loneliness and tears simply memories now?
Have you learned to trust another, again?
Do you hope that life, as you NOW know it, simply never ends?
Ana,
Thanks I have met William Struthers...he is a great thinker and student in the field.
Much of his conclusion relates to how Christiants need to be careful of attaining a consciousness that precludes God. Now if only God were conscious of us...
editors note: lol was going to correct my spelling of Christian...but Christiant....fits quite nicely...
Suppose a man born blind, and now adult, and taught by his touch to distinguish between a cube and a sphere of the same metal, and neighly of the same bigness, so as to tell, when he felt one and the other, which is the cube, which the sphere. Suppose then the cube and sphere placed on a table, and the blind man be made to see: quaere, whether by his sight, before he touched them, he could now distinguish and tell which is the globe, which the cube?
age old question: How do you know you are conscious?
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Blown around, swept across and tossed…
Where do I look? Where do I go?
Why do I feel so lost?
What am I looking for? I don’t even know….
Will I know the answer when it arrives?
Which way is up? Which way is down?
Is it always confusing – everything that life contrives?
Am I genius? Or just a damn clown?
Am I insane? Is this real?
How do you know when you are happy? How do you make it last?
Is pain something we believe or is it something we really feel?
How can we find peace, not fleeting dreams that fade so fast?
who among you are among the more unconventional?
what latent creative skills do you have?
do we have others here with interests in broadcasting, the media, film, photography, visual culture, music, sculpture etc?.
loser looking for a bullet
i have been trying to figure out the title and singer of song i heard on the radio a few years ago.
all i remember about the lyrics is that a guy is in a record store and runs into an old girlfriend they go into a cafe and talk about all kinds of things (it's snowing outside) when they finally go their seperate ways the snow turns into rain.
does this sound familiar to anyone it has driven me nuts.
this is sort of a continuation of threads on dubs and how they are conditioned to discipline their children.
someone questioned whether the society actually encouraged dubs to whup their children.
i only had enough time to dig up a few salient quotes from the wt magazine.
I might post some experiences on this another time....sorry if I offended anyone. I honestly never meant to.
Sorry,
MSIL