“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”
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Its envy you know. For we just may be a mythic race. Born into the soporific fifties, smug time of the world. We had the questions. The an...
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"I'm just passing through." –Mawskrat ᪥ Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.... No man, ...
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Our God intends that we be full of joy. I think that the principle of the mustard seed works here too. Bear with me for a minute, ok? I th... -
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