Black Death, Opiods
Ashes, ashes, we all fall.
More we change, the more …
Black Death, Opiods
Ashes, ashes, we all fall.
More we change, the more …
God Always Present,
in a music of worship,
one sound, with His Grace
In J.S. Bach’s Bible, next to the verse: 2 Chronicles 5:13 (KJV),
It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of music, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever: that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord;
Bach wrote this note in the margin: “In a music of worship, God is always present with his Grace.”
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Saturday Today.
My Day, Your Day, Our Day, is ….
be Together Day
Glass House? My windows,
were all broken long ago,
Old age benefit!
McCarthy: You’ve been drinking alone, Pauly. I don’t like that.
Beigler: Drop the stone, Counselor. You live in a glass house.
McCarthy: My windows were busted a long time ago, so I can say as I please.
From the movie, Anatomy of a Murder – This dialogue was between young lawyer Paul Beigler (Jimmy Stewart) and his friend, Parnell Emmett McCarthy (Arthur O’Connell). Beigler refers to McCarthy as, “One of the world’s great men”
Have to say that the exchange is only in the movie and not in the book of the same name.
In the book, Beigler watches McCarthy stumble out of his office on New Years Eve and says to himself, “To Parnell Emmett Joseph McCarthy – one of the world’s obscure great men.”
Would be interesting to find out why the name was shortened for the movie.
Both the movie and the book are HIGHLY RECOMMENED.
All things, understand?
Because I love. Everything,
is, exists, only.
Adapted from Prince Andrei’s thoughts, from War and Peace (Book 12, Chapter 16) by Leo Tolstoy
As he fell asleep he had still been thinking of the subject that now always occupied his mind- about life and death, and chiefly about death.
He felt himself nearer to it.
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life.
All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.
Everything is united by it alone.
Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.”
These thoughts seemed to him comforting.
But they were only thoughts.
Something was lacking in them, they were not clear, they were too one-sidedly personal and brain-spun.