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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 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

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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Lebens-AufgabenWenn die beiden liebend küssen,
kann sie endlich ihre Augen schließen
Denn nun weiß sie ganz gewiss,
dass alles gut und richtig is.

Nun kann sie schlafen,
mit gutem Gewissen.
Denn die Arbeit getan,
die Welt geht vorran.

Die beiden sind glücklich.

Doch schon morgen kann es weiter gehn.
Tränen, Trauer, Streit
benötgen ihrer Hilfe Beistand.
Und sie eilt,
läuft herbei und hilft
-ihr ganzes Leben lang.

GemeinsamkeitenEine Wolke verhüllt den Mond,
wie ein Schleier ihr Antlitz.

Er versteckt sein hässlich Gesicht
und sie ihre Trauer.

Gemeinsam sind sie allein,
wie die Eule in jener Nacht.

Sie denken nach,
über ihr Schicksal,
über den Lauf der Welt,
und die Schmerzen der Liebe.

Es ist so wichtig,
und scheint doch manchmal sinnlos.

Gift und GegengiftSo lang es eine Droge war,
glücklichmachend, frei, verliebt.
Si ist es jetzt das schlimmste Gift.
Es zerbricht das Herz von neuem,
reißt alte Narben wieder auf
und die Totgeglaubten just zurück.

Dagegen hilft nur eins!
Die neue Droge - das Gegengift.
Sie lindert, macht vergessen,
macht mich freuen.
Abhängig macht sie,
doch das ist egal,
solang sie verdrängt,
was das Gift neu belebt.

Einsamkeit unter MenschenKalte Trauer,
böse Einsamkeit,
schleichend Gift
rafft mich dahin.

Das Desinteresse,
der geliebten Freunde.
Die Qual
im Inneren.
Verschlossen hinter Gitteraugen,
wohl verwahrt
in der Dunkelheit der Seele.

Warum?

Warum will niemand hören,
hören, was mich zerstört,
was mich traurig macht und bricht.
Erzähle ich zu viel?
Bin ich so schlimm?

Habe denn nicht auch ich verdient gehört zu werden?

So viele Freunde und doch allein.

Ein Brief an die LiebeLiebe Liebe,

die Welt dreht sich um dich,
du drehst dich um die Welt.

Ohne dich wäre das Leben ein Zwang,
ein Gefängnis, Verlies.

Du weckst Gefühle in so großem Stil.
Du machst das Leben,
aber auch den Tod mit uns aus.

Du wirst immer anwesend sein,
in Gedanken, Gedichten und Geschichten.

Danke für deine Präsenz!

Ewige FluchtDer Sturm er tobt,
und ich will fliehen.
Doch ist auch diese Chance schon vertan,
da er doch weiter leben will,
und wenn es in der Hölle ist,
er lebt!
Er lebt auch hier im Jenseits noch.

Und wieder,
wieder will ich fliehen,
fliehen aus dem Hällenschlund.
In Himmels Garten lande ich,
so schön ist alles hier, so rein.

Doch da!
Es zieht ein Sturm herran im Paradies
und wieder muss ich fliehn!

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Wenn ich sterbe

by ~AngelWithLittleHands, Jan 14, 2013, 1:21:14 PM
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Wenn ich sterbe,
werde ich drei Tage lang bei euch bleiben, werde in eurer Welt verweilen,
euch umgeben wie die Luft, die ihr atmet und genau so unsichtbar sein.
Ihr werdet mich spüren können, mich vielleicht verstehen, wenn ich zu euch spreche.
Ich werde in dieser Zeit mein ganzes Leben vom Schluss an wiederholen, werde sehen, was ich erlebt, getan und vergessen habe.
Nach diesen drei Tage, verlasse ich eure Welt und gehe hinüber in das was Himmel und Hölle genannt werden kann, die Welt neben eurer.
In dieser Welt werde ich alles erfahren, was ich anderen zugefügt habe,
werde es erfahren am eigenen Leib um es, wenn ich zurück kehre, besser zu machen.

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~Tutziputz Jan 15, 2013

schöne Gedanken!

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~AngelWithLittleHands Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

danke schön

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~8laz3 Jan 15, 2013

Sehr gut geworden!

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~AngelWithLittleHands Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

vielen dank

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