Clivedurdle

Including a series of stories about a bloke called jesus?

seven8s

Here you go my friend

Why that little tramp, do you mean she’s hiding out there in the open? DON”T LOOK!

Chili

Oh hi, happy to see that I am still your friend after my last post.

Well I think she's a doll and greatly to be admired for her persistence to want more, but in the end, when time runs out, there just is no more for her and that is why she took up her place along the shore of the [celestial] sea to be be a beach comber at best = from temple tramp to beach comber makes sense if you ever watch the religion on TV.

Notice that in Rev.13:4 "men worshiped the dragon for giving it's authority to the beast" as opposed to the second beast that actually spoke like a dragon in verse 11. The difference between these two beasts is that the first beast came from the sea while the second beast came from the [old] earth and therefore did not surrender it's authority.

Yes in the open and proudly boasting about the small segments of truth that they managed snag from the shore . . . which is hard to behold and will inspire them to built a new church of their own.

Chili

And here is my favorite testimony on that:

"On the bottom hem could be read the embroidered Greek letter Pi, and on the top hem the Greek letter Theta. Between the the two a ladder of steps rose from the lower to the higher letter. Her dress had been torm by the hands of marauders who had each carried off such pieces as he could get." There were some books in her right hand and in her left hand she held a sceptre.

At the sight of the Muses of Poetry at my bedside dictating words to accompany my tears, she became angry.

"'Who,' she demanded, her piercing eyes aligth with fire, 'has allowed these hysterical sluts to approach this sick man's bedside? They have no medicine to easy his pains, only sweeterend poisons to make them worse. These are the very women who kill the rich and fruitful harvest of Reason with the barren thorns of Passion.'"

The above is from "The Consolation of Philosophy" by Boethius, Pinguin Classic page 36 and 7. The prose goes on " . . . She came closer and sat down on the edge of my bed. I felt her eyes resting on my face, downcast and lined with grief. Then sadly she began to recite the following lines about my confusion of mind."

'So sinks the mind in deep despair
And sight grows dim; when storms of life
Blow surging up the weight of care,
It banishes its inward light
And turns in trust to the dark without.
This was the man who once was free
To climb the sky with zeal devout
To contemplate the crimson sun,
The frozen fairness of the moon -
Astronomer once used in joy
To comprehend and to commune
With planets on their wandering ways.
Of storms that roar and rouse the seas;
The spirit that rotates the world,
The cause that translocates the sun
From shining East to watery West;
He sought the reason why spring hours
Are mind with flowers manifest,
And who enriched with swelling grapes
Ripe autumn at the full of year.
Now see that mind that searched and made
All Nature's hidden secrets clear
Lie prostate prisoner of night,
His neck bends low in shackles trust,
And he is forced beneath the weight
To contemplate - the lowly dust.'