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Behold now the hope or desire of going back to one's own country or returning to primal chaos, like that of the moth to the light, of the man who with perpetual longing alway looks forward with joy to each new spring and each new summer....deeming that the things he longs for are too slow in coming; and who does not percieve that he is longing for his own destruction. But this longing is in its quintessence the spirit of the elements, which, finding itself imprisoned within the life of the human body, desires continually to return to its source. And I have you know that this longing is in its quintessence inherent in nature.....

Hey ya'll chunks and nuggets. I have some good news. Beka lives in a tv sitcom. Now I know some of yall would think this is quite ridiculous. Especially those of you with morals. But then you all arent reading this. So it goes along the lines of one of those gigs where there are individuals GIS. All day they seem to be doing the same thing over and over which drives me to believe that we are not really here....that our bodies tell us we are here but in reality there is no reality. It is all a hoax driven by those lights in the sky. Losing my sanity in the sky. Every morning I rise up in box until the light flashes...12...12...12 in monotony fit for a queen. A leprachaun delivers what used to be important to what now is the pit of destruction. All rise to the power of the machine. By using the manufactured we destoy the manufacturer. Down with the global fibers. So you get the idea.

Christmas with the Wisdom's 

Ahhh survival of the fittest. A family of punsters joining with a family of worse punsters and then adding a few hundred green and red papers to the mess. Mess yes, that is what we all live in most of the time. But then time is a strange thing to think about. Is time like space in that it has no beginning or end. Or did it begin at creation and will end? So if we learn to travel in time will the next step be to travel out of time. And so time goes on while I continue to rant about the time that passes. But if you were to try to explain time to an alien that had no sense of time how would you do it? Funny how we can say a person has no sense of time. Maybe that is how we would show an alien. The light stays on. It is yellow and does not flicker. Star Trek lives on. But not in this reality. Only in our visual and auditory senses. Our other senses tell us it does not. Thank goodness. So now Leonardo calls us back to our senses.

http://www.xs4all.nl/~mke/exitmundi.htm

One Christmas Eve

He was a loving father
Gentle master of his home
But all alone against their love for God
No Savior of his own
Unmoved and softly cynical of those he thought naive
God come to earth? A virgin birth?
No, how could anybody believe?
His Christmas evening solitaire
Beside the fire's glow
Out of the window tiny sparrows
In the spell of chilling snow
And moved with deep compassion
With a redeeming plan he rose
And tried in vain to gather them
To a shelter from the killing winter cold
Oh, but simple creature seldom comprehend the ways of man
Sometimes love expressed is never met with doubt and fear
He thought if I could only fly among you
I know I could make you understand
Just for a moment walk beside you, I know it would all be clear
And even before the thought had left his mind
Christmas bells from far away
Reminded him of simple truth he'd denied until that very day
How Jesus was born the Savior
Walked this earth with mortal man
Another soul brought safely home
And Christmas would never be the same again.
-Wayne Watson

Every knee shall bow
Every nation sing
The Child of Bethlehem is the King of Kings

"What is already here?What does nature allow us to do?What does nature help us to do?" - Wendell Berry