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Footprints.I want to be quoted, I want to be seen, I want to be heard.
I want to be believed, to be admired, to be respected, to be understood.
To be contemplated, to be defended, to be thought of; I want to leave something behind.

I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just lik
Vida.Life tests you sometimes. It throws you so hard onto the ground, you can't feel anything but pain, taste anything but blood, or see anything clearly because of your teared-up eyes.
Sometimes you hurt so much, real physical pain doesn't come close, strangely it seems like a relief. A pain that lingers, and makes you feel like you are sleepwalking through your nightmare of a life.
Life is the teacher, preacher, the abuser, and the user, but it is you that decides how to deal with it all.
Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want somet
Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?
Many are confused as to the above question.  Others are apathetic.  What does the Bible really teach on the matter?  Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!

John 8:31,32
~cerealnovels, Time Flies?Airport closed.
Time could not fly.
1001 AR Quotes - No.2Animals can communicate quite well.  And they do.  And generally speaking, they are ignored.

~Alice Walker
HistoryI'm just shy of 17.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow,
Let alone, for the rest of my days.
But that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me,
Is thinking about time.
The most valuable resource.
Because I know that what I experience now,
Will never repeat itself,
I will never live this again,
And even though,
The next generation will live it;
Will they care?
Will it be the same?

Of the many fears I have in life,
Dying, being not particularly high on that list,
I fear most of all, being forgotten.
No, not me being forgotten.
My time being forgotten.
I study History,
Study it hard,
Not out of some desire over,
Bloody battles, many lost lives
Don't You Quit!Have you grown weary? Are you tired of feeling small? Do you feel as though you've given your all, yet you have gotten nowhere?

Inspired, you create something you're proud of. Yet, try as you might, your creation goes unnoticed - as if nobody cares at all!

The months fly, and still you wait for a comment - a word of encouragement! However, nothing comes of it - no, nothing at all!

Now, as you wait for an answer that isn't forthcoming, you notice your motivation has taken a dive! Sure, you continue to work - oftentimes for many hours - and with very little to eat! However, the inspiration just seems to be in short supply, these days. "Why b
What is man? Man is a learner.What is man? Man is a learner. Man learns, it is what creates him and forms him, man is an endless people of knowledge to which we all are pools created from droplets to which are our learnings.

But man is two types of learner, that of the man in the shower and that of the man in the forest.

The man of the shower is the man of society, the man who follows the rules of society in all its form. He learns from the media and daily life; he has no true experience of the world around him and is often ignorant to what he feels does not concern him. He is in a shower. Sheltered from harm by his glass door and thermostat, protected from what doesn't
The failure of the Cosmological argumentI havenīt written anything in a while, so I decided to write this both as a mental exercise and because my watchers are probably wondering if Iīm still alive :). But it’s also something important I want to give my thoughts on.

We’ve all heard of the cosmological argument, one of, if not the, most common arguments for the existence of a god. For those who don’t know, this is how the argument goes:

1. Every finite and contingent being has a cause.
2. A causal loop cannot exist.
3. A causal chain cannot be of infinite length.
4. Therefore, a First Cause (or something that is not an effect) must exist.

The first problem lies
Gun Control is Bullshit. Look What it's doing.A student was suspended for eating a poptart into the shape of a gun:
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Really? A "Future" terrorist?

A student was suspended because he had a picture of a gun on his laptop background:
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What's going on here?

A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
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HOW CAN THEY KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING?
"I just knew he was thinking about a gun."

A 16 year old student is suspended for wrestling a loaded revolver away from a kid who intended to shoot other kids.
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Sorry guys, I was wrong, I should have let him shoot your asses, that would have been the right thing to do.

A KINDER-GARDENER WAS SUSPENDED FOR A BUBBLE GUN:
That Big Blue SkyI sit for many a night to contemplate my right to grasp tight
the knowledge I hold dear to me. I see people tossing their thoughts
at subjects frought with usleness or lack of reason. I thought I
had fought for the same reasons as others studied with me, instead
I feel treason is a leading sting to bring even the greatest of temples down.
Yet here I sit upon my window, doing what feels like nothing to stop the
poison running through my veins travelling to my brain. It drives me
to the brink as my mind begins to shrink and insanity steps into reality.
The depravity I surround myself with to try but justify it's helpful existence.
But even as I sit here with mysteries of secrets swirling and twirling in my mind,
I crack a knowing smile that even as I sit here and try I cannot break the wonder
of that big blue sky....
Agnostic Atheist     How do you go about proving God's existence or nonexistence?  I would like to discuss it because it's usually avoided in polite conversation for good reason.  But this essay or rant or whatever is not polite conversation and will probably offend some people.

    First of all, how do we prove God's existence?  Well, from what I know, there is no hard, empirical evidence that proves God's existence.  There isn't any, none, and the Bible obviously doesn't count because it only assumes God exists; it never factually proves that God exists.  Miracles don't count either, common sense can even dictate they aren't real.  And people that say th
The WriterWords are my tools.

I may not be a wizard with the brush, but I know how to create an image.
Though my imagination may not paint a clear vision - it is up to you to decide.
What do you see?

Does it make you smile? Make you happy, sad, joyous, upset?
What do my words mean to you?
Is every image the same?
What do you see?

Words are my tools.
I am the writer.
What is grace?What is grace?
Too many of us think that God's grace is a shield that indemnifies us against the consequences of our sins.
God's ability to forgive is infinite, however grace is not a shield.
Grace is a bone saw.
"If your eye causes you to sin it is better to pluck it out than to continue sinning."
Grace is a spiritual amputation of a piece of your soul infected by the gangrene of iniquity.
God's ability to forgive is infinite, however is the individual's ability to receive grace likewise infinite? How many graces can a person receive before the soul-body ceases to function?

I will show how this is the truth in Chapter 5B of "Worth 1000 Word
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Treasure Planet II Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine

Silver and Jim went to the ship and saw a funny picture.
You know, Mary, you simply marvelous hair.
-Why are you, you confuse me.
-Stop it, they really are beautiful, now rarely meet curly hair - said Delbort.
-What is true is true. Even my daughters only direct.
-Is it possible, but where are they?
-We left them with a nanny.
-They are still small for travel. However nothing a couple of years, and we take them with you.
-clear.
-KX, kx.
Lass, and Doctorand Amelia looked at Jim and Silver.
-See what her hair!
-All right, enough.
Mary walked a little aside.
-Well, Silver, we are here with Doctor before your arrival
Treasure Planet II Chapter EightChapter Eight

-Neil, please!
-No, it's you I already captures or conveys a couple of minutes ago! No, I said!
-But this depends on the lives of several people!
-What other people?
-Mine, Silver, Mary, Captain ...
-What's that? Mary, found the girl?
Jim blushed:
-Well, yes, actually, I like her. It doesnt matter, you can help?
Neil frowned
-Well, at least not for my, for her.
-Then, to meet?
-Of course - Jim smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
-What should I do?
-Listen carefully and remember.
After a few minutes about the pirates.
-Hello, - said Neil for PIRATES.
-What are you doing here forgotten freak?
-Oh, you told me,

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About what?

Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
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I do not know. After school, I was just a surprising mood. I'd like to think about life and even a little cry. How many people that need help, and we just pass by. I'm not saying that all these, there is a small handful of people with good moral values​​, but they are so little.

This story is not about the problems of people, and helping neighbors. No. I just wanted to write it. After all, though, ever thought we the people standing next to you. Yes, he or she is not familiar to you, but ... Think about it a philosophical story.
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