the inability to do anything but apply a list of rules and not understand wrong from right is a social deficit and pyscho and/or sociopathic behaviours
the need for order, in the face of there objectively being none
is what drives people to religion and then play a war of numbers in terms of breeding and recruiting.
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…’ there is no certitude,..’ part of a famous poem about the necessity for genuine love in the face of nothingness. .Will reference it after our f…ing ‘dinner/sock hop. I will enjoy the dinner but don’t hop much in my walker. The poem is called ‘Dover Beach” and is just about my favorite out of many poems.
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when Andrea Dworkin, american porn anti-man crusader (who was married to a man btw) got her book banned by Canada Customs.
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LOLL bwhahahahahhaaa
who ya gonna call? Fed Revenuers!
I think that our particular experience of a thing goes a long way to our tolerance of a thing. I had positive church experiences as a child, but I am not religious – I am a naturalist – we live in natural universe and there’s been nothing that we haven’t been able to sufficiently explain and what we can’t – we need to improve technology and theories for.
There’s no need to put “god” on the answer line as a placeholder until we sort it out ourselves. believing in gods means not understanding the world – and that practice generally leads to a run on virgin sacrifices. so, save the virgins for something better than a harvest or a quiet volcano – and learn to understand the universe without resorting to supernatural agents
Nina, between you and a local friend not in this facility it finally feels as though i’m being heard. This makes me feel like crying. Hope this finds you well and sassy, and merci B cup very much from Diana and Coco. Have a great day!
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A few stanzas from ‘Dover Beach’, by Matthew Arnold 1822-1888
The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;–on the French cost the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay,
Come to the window, sweet in the night air!
The Sea of Faith,
Was once, too, at full, at the full and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
In melancholy, long and withdrawing roar,
Recreating, to the breath,
Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah love, let us to true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
Swept with confused alarms of struggles and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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wow. thank you very much
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