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Redemptive SufferingThe fear of suffering, pain, and death seem like unconquerable mysteries. My time here at CPE [clinical pastoral education] has helped me to understand, via experience, that they are not necessarily things that need to be conquered. No amount of faith excludes us from experience pain, loneliness, and death. Money, power, and other earthly things makes these three experiences even worse. With this in mind, I began to wonder if the words of Qoheleth were not as negative as they appear: “Vanity of vanities! All is vanity” (Ecc 1:2). Earthly things will pass which also means these things, both good and bad, will pass. Yet this does not ease the blow of the mystery of suffering and death. Even if they pass away they still remain with us our whole lives.
For me, this mystery is one that is only solved by the Cross. The cross is, for me, the foundation of my theology the ministry I do. The cross is the Incarnational moment where love and suffering meet. Love because
Infinity Complex.Infinity Complex.
This is something that has been on my mind for a little bit. I would like to share this complex with everyone, and find out if anyone else has thought of this.
The infinity complex is just that. A complex cycle of infinity.
Let's say I am traveling space, and 'ascending'. I reach far into space and reach a sign. (Theoretically) The sign says "YOU SHALL NOT PASS". The complex begins.
Why is the sign there? Who made the sign? If not whom, what made the sign? What made what made the sign? Why can I not pass the sign? Is there something stopping me from passing the sign? If so, is this the end of the universe? Is this something beyond the sign? Why would it be there in the first place? Is there something it doesn't wish me or anything to see? What created what that made this barrier? Is there something beyond what created what? Why can I read the sign? Why is it in my language? Is it in different languages depending on the thing that perceives it? If so, why? If
Deep downDeep down inside ourselves
we can find the infinities
of the universe revealing themselves
in the light of darkness.
in the ocean of the dark unknown
we can find the high sky of enlightenment...
28/07/2014 Dywiann Xyara
Deep down we can find the high skyPoetry can be such a powerful expression
that it is capable to give extreme deep impressions
which can lead to the infinities of the sky
or deep down to the abyss' of the unknown oceans.
Is the deep down
actually the sky high above us?
And is the sky high above us
actually the ocean deep down?
What is, if I told you
that contraries become the same
the closer you reach their extremes?
What's hidden in all the deep seas?
What's far beyond our Solar System?
They all share one thing:
...the darkness of the unknown...
Why are we afraid of such infinities?
Why can't we grasp such dimensions?
Why are we even afraid of the unknown?
if our reality is only bound by our own imagination
and the fear of the holy unknown.
Yet the dark is so inspiring and touching.
Deep down inside ourselves
we can find the infinities of the universe
and experience it in all it's power and majesty.
Deep down we can find the high sky
27/07/2014 Dywiann Xyara
I don't get no respectWith my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to 'the best woman a man ever had.' The waiter joined me.
I'm not a sexy guy. I went to a hooker. I dropped my pants. She dropped her price.
I tell you, I'm not a sexy guy. I was the centerfold for Playgirl magazine. The staples covered everything!
What a childhood I had, why, when I took my first step, my old man tripped me!
Last week I told my psychiatrist, "I keep thinking about suicide." He told me from now on I have to pay in advance.
I tell ya when I was a kid, all I knew was rejection. My yo-yo, it never came back!
Oh, when I was a kid in show business I was poor. I used to go to orgies to eat the grapes.
When I was a kid I got no respect. The time I was kidnapped, and the kidnappers sent my parents a note they said, "We want five thousand dollars or you'll see your kid again."
I tell ya, my wife was never nice. On our first date, I asked her if I could give her a
WorldablazeJust one spark could set the world ablaze;
A century ago the world shook;
A boiling ocean charged with chaos.
Darkness shrouding is also motivation for light shining.
Voyagers into the void;
Delvers in the darkness.
We're still alive, so that's something.
Rules of the Bronydom1. Do not talk about EG.
2. Do NOT talk about EG.
3. We are Bronies
4. Bronies are fandom
5. Bronies love and tolerate
6. Fandom can be a stupid, childish, whining monster
7. Fandom is still able to stick together
8. There are no real rules about censoring
9. There are no real rules about copyright infringement either – enjoy your C&D
10. If you enjoy any other TV show – DON'T
11. All your arguments about the show not being 'just for little girls' can easily be ignored
12. Any original work you produce can and will be stolen from you
13. Any original work you produce can be turned into something else – clop
14. Do not argue with haters – love and tolerate
15. The more you try to be show-accurate the more you'll be blamed for OOC
16. If you get OOC in epic proportions, you may just create a subfandom
17. Every fanon gets canon eventually
18. Everything that can be shipped can be hated
19. The more you hate, the more shipped it gets
20. No storywriter's tweet is t
In another UniverseIn an alternate universe I choked on a Burger King chicken tender when I was four year old and died in my mom's arms before paramedics arrived on the scene.
In an alternate universe I was born with a third arm and I became nothing but a lab rat. I run around to this very day not knowing what real sunlight feels against my skin. I beg and plead while I curl in a ball in the corner tears against the acts of science.
In another universe on my 20th birthday a stranger bought me a winning lottery ticket. I hit the Jackpot of 280 million. I bought a mansion a Camaro. Repaid my debts and lived a life of wealth and lavished in high life until the end of my days.
I another universe I grow old and alone in a home without family or friends. Nobody to leave my stories or experiences to.
In another universe I was attacked by a Tiger Shark while surfing. Spending my life disabled I fell into depression and became a raging alcoholic.
...But in this universe I had you, the greatest girl to ever grace
Yeah, That's Right!So you know what? Here's me, speaking aloud, allowing myself some pride! Staying quiet, smiling and nodding, that's all fun and stuff, but honest-to-God, sometimes I just love speaking out and letting the whole wide world know what's on my mind!
Now, I'm PROUD of my writing. I've got to work on storylines and the like, but when it comes to putting a sentence together, (no, wait, a paragraph, sentences can be easy) I'm proud to say that I'm really good at that. That's not the whole point, though, because there's a fine line between speaking out and being an asshole, and I don't intend to cross it.
So, look - I'm browsing DDs, and looking at famous Lit artists on the site, and I can't help but notice that a lot of 'em are writing big, deep emotional pieces and things like that. Props to them - I applaud you for being able to convey images 'n thoughts like that, I really do. I think that maybe I'm missing a few things, but it seems to me that the impactful stuff gets a LOT more attention
The Nihilism Card"Uh, she totally is so dumb! She believes in morality in spite of there being no God! She should totally have no compassion, but rigid devotion to dogma instead, to not find her path, but to never stray from the same light!
I am much more moral. I believe we should devote ourselves not out of free will, but out of delusional duty, not out of compassion, but of inflexible dogma! Hell, do you even know what she believes? She believes mankind is inherently good, instead of degenerate imbeciles who sinned against Yahweh!
Truly she is a despicable person! While I am God's chosen."
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