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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
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.
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
1001 AR Quotes - No.2Animals can communicate quite well.  And they do.  And generally speaking, they are ignored.

~Alice Walker
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 haven´t written anything in a while, so I decided to write this both as a mental exercise and because my watchers are probably wondering if I´m 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
The Light of WisdomConfucius once said there were three ways one could gain wisdom: through reflection, which is the noblest, by imitation, which is the easiest, and through experience, which is the bitterest. When you reach a certain age you start to value those countless hours you stood reading all those books to get a fucking A. Books are a invaluable treasure the scholars left us.

Knowledge is the greatest power we have these days, and whoever says otherwise is as ignorant as badger. The thing is, knowledge must come naturally, not forced. If you force someone to study something they don't like, like when I spent seventeen years, precious seventeen years o
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
BurnEros sore:
Emit time...
Edit tide...
HandshakeA broken left...
A wooden right...
Up and Down    Do you ever wonder why ‘up’ is up and ‘down’ is down? Who ever decided which way it up and which way is down? If up is always in the direction your head is in then, when you stand on your head, had down become up?
    If that is the case then one must also wonder about  what we consider left and right. Left is always to the left of up, right? So now, say you are on your head, then right is to the left of up and left is now to the right of up. It is like directions no longer have any meaning.
    Let’s go back to considering the conundrum of ‘up’ and ‘down’. Say you were to point up, then to someone in Australia you would be pointing down. Latched onto that thought is this, if the earth were perfectly clear and you looked down to see a person on the other side of the planet, wouldn’t you also be looking up at them? (What song is playing?) So then if this is actually the case
A Better Definition Of Evil A Better Definition Of Evil

Through essecense, mankind has created alot. Alot of ideas that are just that, ideas. Thoughts to which people are kindred in this belief and create this and make it into a perceivable, visual thing (like a red figure with horns with a dark aura around him). In truth evil doesn't exist phiscally, it exist only to express. I mean is there a individual object that is evil, a mineral or substance? No its just adjective and thought. But to explain what evil really is (as what it is, to you). The true definition of evil is opposition. Everything that you conceive as evil is just an opposition ,something against you,
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...Como é o passar do tempo ao olhar para trás?
Já se passaram anos desde que me perguntaste esta idiotice. Sempre tinhas vivido tão agarrada ao presente que não sabias que o passado não era como um reflexo, não podias só olhar para ele e tentar descobrir o que se escondia por detrás de cada inflexão da memória. Tentei explicar-te isso mesmo, embora para ti isto não fizesse qualquer sentido
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Too Early

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5 a.m., the morning...
Lost words are my salvation
the barrier keeping me away from the past
from worries
from hatred and meaningless desires.
Sinamon is my muse,
the very single heart of my soul.
Only her existence,
unsettling wind on these old wings,
untying my mortal binds ...
:icongerrard-curvo:
Noites intermináveis, Saudade expressa noutras formas

Never ending nights, longing expressed in other shapes
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