Archive for November, 2006

Judas’ Destiny

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

To betray Jesus

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Rips

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

To think that
I am bad
for you, rips
my heart apart

Yes | No

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Nothing is perfect

Volume

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Turning the silence
up and down
up and down

Blind

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

I met evil …
had no eyes

All We Ate

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Pizza Marinara

The Final Word

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Man stands before the abyss of being or non-being. And he cannot dominate this abyss by his own powers: he needs help from above. This is a divine-human matter. And if in our time the very existence of man is threatened, if man is being torn apart, this is just because he has depended only on himself and his own powers. Man is passing through what is perhaps the most dangerous period of his whole existence. But I do not think that man’s fate is quite hopeless. This hopelessness is only here, not in the beyond. For we believe that the world’s history will not go on endlessly, that the world and history will end. But this means that we do not believe in the possibility of a final solution in this world, on this earth, in this our time. … But this should not hinder man’s creative action, and his realization of justice here and now, for man’s creative acts will affect the end itself. The end is a Divine-human matter. And the final word, which belongs to God, will include a word of man, as well. (CE, 324)

Nikolai Berdyaev

Stage 7

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Be my valentine and we will together conquer fear of death and be one in a cosmic relationship which embraces all beings and all of time and space.

Lawrence Kohlberg

No Buts

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

My destiny! nothing
but my destiny!

Sing Your Death

Monday, November 20th, 2006

“When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

Mohican Chief Aupumut