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"[Pain] is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, and the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears."
-Kahil Gibran
"My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not what I want but what you want."
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And all who sat in the council looked intently at him, and they saw that his face was like the face of an angel.
Acts 6:15
"But," some will say, "angels! why, angels have never been seen; that is strictly for children." Reply: "Nonsense, rubbish, shut up- just you see to it that you become like [St. Stephen], that your face resembles that of an angel; in that way the rest of us will get to see an angel!"
-The Diary of Soren Kierkegaard |
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To thee, meek Majesty! soft King
Of simple graces and sweet loves,
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves;
Till burnt at last in fire of thy fair eyes,
Ourselves become our own best sacrifice.
- "In the Holy Nativity of our Lord", Richard Crashaw |
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Dec. 3rd, 2008 @ 04:37 pm
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It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How the soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
-Pat Schneider, "The Patience of Ordinary Things" |
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Nov. 30th, 2008 @ 02:24 am
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“Eternity... will nail him to his self so that the torment will still be that he cannot be rid of his self, and it will be evident that his success was an illusion. And this eternity must do, because having a self, being a self, is the greatest, the infinite, concession that has been made to man, but also eternity's claim on him."
-Soren Kierkegaard |
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
-Billy, age 4
Nov. 12th, 2008 @ 06:40 pm
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When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird.
When I fall
let me fall without regret
like a leaf.
-Wendell Berry
Oct. 27th, 2008 @ 05:53 pm
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From all that terror teaches,
from lies of tongue and pen,
from all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men,
from the sale and profanation of honor and the sword,
from sleep and from damnation,
deliver us, good Lord.
-Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)
Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 10:38 pm
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Concerning John McCain:
"He was raised Episcopalian and went to an Episcopalian Church but he CLAIMS that he converted and now attends a Southern Baptist Church! What if he still secretly has ties to the Episcopalians. Will he be overly loyal to England and the Queen ? I've heard that both of his parents were members of that Church. Heaven knows that Church has an inordinate number of liberals and they even ordain homosexuals ! He could be a liberal manchurian candidate! I think I even heard an Episcopalian say that McCain was Episcopalian once."
Fear not, Conspiracy Troll. The Queen and all the Queens in our denomination assure you that the Baptists may have him and keep him.
Sep. 9th, 2008 @ 10:44 pm
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"Russia has invaded a sovereign neighboring state and threatens a democratic government elected by its people. Such an action is unacceptable in the 21st century,"
-George W. Bush
He went on to add "I mean, the Georgians aren't even brown! They're white, like Americans."
Aug. 12th, 2008 @ 07:32 am
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"The United States economy is like a poker game where the chips have become concentrated in fewer and fewer hands, and where the other fellows can stay in the game only by borrowing. When their credit runs out the game will stop."
-Marriner Eccles
"Beckoning Frontiers", 1951
Chairman of the Federal Reserve
1934-1948
Aug. 1st, 2008 @ 01:37 am
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"Did you see where Sears was fined by the FCC for selling analog TV's to uninformed customers?"
"Yeah, they were fined six million dollars."
"They'll be ok. They just sold a bunch of analog TV's!"
Apr. 17th, 2008 @ 09:51 am
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Et nox sicut dies illuminabitur:
et nox illuminatio mea in deliciis meis.
( The night will be as clear as day:
it will become my light, my joy. )
Mar. 22nd, 2008 @ 10:09 pm
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I posted this as a birthday gift for my friend Alestar, but it seemed too good not to disseminate further.
Enjoy: http://www.cracked.com/article_16031_5-most-insane-celebrity-comic-book-cameos.html
Mar. 21st, 2008 @ 01:56 pm
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I thought many of my literary and/or perverted friends would enjoy this one. It's sort of like autobiographical slash. Auden/anonymous hotty. It's rare to see a great writer produce something this prurient, or this bad. It's epic bathroom stall verse.
For a good time, call W.H. Auden
( The Platonic Blow )
Mar. 20th, 2008 @ 10:26 am
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Nativity
Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come.
But O ! for thee, for Him, hath th' inn no room ?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th' orient,
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod's jealous general doom.
See'st thou, my soul, with thy faith's eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee ?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.
-John Donne, excerpt from "La Corona"
Merry Christmas, everybody
Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 11:20 am
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UNFOLD thy face, unmaske thy ray,
Shine forth, bright Sunne, double the day.
Let no malignant misty fume,
Nor foggy vapour, once presume
To interpose thy perfect sight
This day, which makes us love thy light
For ever better, that we could
That blessèd object once behold,
Which is both the circumference,
And center of all excellence:
Or rather neither, but a treasure
Unconfinèd without measure,
Whose center and circumference,
Including all preheminence,
Excluding nothing but defect,
And infinite in each respect,
Is equally both here and there,
And now and then and every where,
And alwaies, one, himselfe, the same,
A beeing farre above a name.
Draw neer then, and freely poure
Forth all thy light into that houre,
Which was crownèd with his birth,
And made heaven envy earth.
Let not his birth-day clouded be,
By whom thou shinest, and we see.
-Christopher Harvey
Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 11:16 am
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Is it not enough that you weary mortals that you should weary God also?
Isaiah 7:13
Dec. 23rd, 2007 @ 12:58 pm
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