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The Slaying of Idols
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The Slaying of Idols |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space 
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I never could trust a man I couldn't look in the eye So I pierced the heart of the matter with a dagger of rationality How the hot blood did flow in sombre red rivers of truths which once lay concealed I dragged the corpse of dogma into a forest of fruitless ideals and buried it under logic But freedom never easily won beneath the soil a voice I still hear echoing from a recess in my psyche the haunting reminder of dependence (a draft) "Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death." ~Anais Nin~ |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
And the quest continues. But, The portion of rationality is determined by the rationer. You're onto something. And? A Nin fan as well? Excellent Ed |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
The quest seems never ending and patience sometimes wears thin. But there's is turning back now live or decay. Thanks for the words. Recently introduced to Anais Nin she's brilliant. I'm more so a Herman Hesse devotee. Raphael |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
I have trouble looking people into the eye all of the time. I dont know why, it certainly is silly and petty. Eye contact scares me sometimes. Those darn idols. Sir Francis Bacon knew what he was talking about. Geez, we're only humans laden with unfortunate reaction... i dont think anybody is to blame.. given each individual's model of the world, we are all in the right. Ponder that river of truth. Peace I have sent you nothing but angels, and I have placed nothing but miracles before you. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) Yes, life is but a series of trials we must endure, a survival of nthe fittest that everyone can win if you believe in your heart! A three-legged race, a walk on the tightrope, a pole-vault to the gate of destiny! (big hugggssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is a wonderful depending poem, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Raphael, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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