That which is concrete must be protected and kept. Maintained. Repainted. To keep face, and name. That which moves, or stays silent, is forever changing, forever fluid, forever unassailable, for what would one assail? If God is nameless, an inconclusive name cannot be the reason for war. If God is faceless, then one cannot murder […]
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A tree. Has roots, branches, a crown, leaves, sometimes fruits, birds that nest and bark. Lets say that you are the leaf which is almost at the top, on a long branch, amongst į0 other leaves. You can see most of the way down to the ground, you can see all the detail on each […]
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Whenever belief or “truth” is found by a group of people and labelled as “I have it… all… and no one else does” we wander into the interesting space of familiar elitism. Especially in the Judeo-Christian world where one worships a God who knows all and cannot fully be grasped by the human mind so […]
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On paper, in logic, and by the initial plans, the cow should have been bought. The milk sold at market. And the grand kids poured out like a waterfall on a strange drought stricken land. And as one begins running a weird marathon, lead by the voices in ones head, the cow, the milk, the […]
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If compassion is the line that connects us to others, then, some of my lines are very weak. Invisible, unfeeling, unbuilt. And even the thicker lines don’t often engage my sense of feeling. But my sense of logic is quickly engaged. Calwell, circa 2005. I’m working the late shift in a petrol station and in […]
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I grew up with a Mum who cooked like a storm. No cookbook needed. Just a cheeky look in the fridge and she knew what was possible. She’d chuck this and that in a pan or in the oven and do some magic and out would pop a tasty and good for us meal. (even […]
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They will know you are mine because of your love. Be united. Don’t let the sun go down when you’re angry. I poured out my love on this world, do likewise in remembrance of me. My kindness will lead you to repentance. When your child asks for a new pokemon card, you don’t give him […]
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Less than a year ago I was walking through the beautiful city of Trakai (look it up) with a group of people I was playing music with that day, and we walked past an old castle surrounded by a frozen lake. I was sick. And not accustomed to walking on frozen lakes, so, i wisely […]
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I have a brother. His name is Peter and I like him very much. I’m currently visiting him in Melbourne. I met his son. I like Peter as a person, as a Dad, as a husband, as a communicator, as a son, as a brother, as a mentor as many things. There have been moments […]
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Ok C’est la vie. Or the famous shirts the have a swear word and then happens on them. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it sums up both reality, and the humanist agenda. But it also simply explains how things function, and if they function like that and we treat them as […]
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