Some music is like a gust of wind going to and fro and fleeing and never returning, ending as it begun.
Other music is a piece of nature, a part of it, even a species itself as a tree is or a flower, eternally upon the earth as part of nature.
Find these songs, birthed from the human heart, yet older than the birth giver, and reaching the stars, shining upon forests, waters, and all things in the night, cold and dark, know their nature, for they remain as does the moonlight.
A bad person won, but I’m good which means I’m double good and she’s double bad because bad beat good.
When bad people win it means they’re double bad, making the good double good for losing to bad people. Good always wins. When it doesn’t, it means they’re double bad, making the good double good to be worthy of enduring such bad.
There once was a fox who upon seeing the tree every day complimented it.
Oh, old tree, how beautiful and how gracious to give shade to me this day, said the fox.
You are welcome little young fox, you are welcome.
Upon frequent trips to the tree, the fox decided to do a trick, to strip it of its fruit.
Oh, old tree, your fruit is so ripe, let me come and eat them, for I can also give to others.
Oh, little young fox the time is not right, for they are not ripe. Maybe next season, the fruit will be right.
The fox cowered away, yet said, just bow your branches before me this once and I will tell you the nature of your fruits.
Oh, little young fox, here you go, a bow of my branches, come and see, the fruit is not ripe, the time is not right.
As the fox climbed the tree branches, settling among the fruits, he said, Oh, look, they’re ready, your old eyes cannot see, look, I’ll help you give to others, isn’t that the right thing to do?
Oh, maybe I’m getting old, ha ha ha, chuckled the tree in the lowered tones of his trunk, maybe the time is right. But they are not ripe.
Oh, old tree, the time is right, how can they not be ripe? Let me take one. I’ll show you.
Oh, little young fox, try this once and tell me what the rabbits say. Here is the finest one. Take and eat, take and eat.
The fox took the fruit and ate it and spilled the rest on the ground, where the rabbits gathered in protest to help old tree, old as ever before.
This is not right! The fruits are not ripe! Young fox, come down here, before we sue you for this trickery of abuse, for neither loving nor caring have you done this harm to our beloved old tree!
The fox then said, Oh, little rabbits, little rabbits, I love old tree, look as I am settled in the comfort of his branches. Here is more fruit. The time is right. The fruits are ripe.
Oh, little rabbits, little rabbits, maybe he’s right, maybe the fruit is ripe!
Old tree, old tree, said the rabbits in concern, The time is not right. The fruit is not ripe. We will sue him with the eagle and he will cease now his trickery.
The eagle soaring through the skies, called upon by the rabbits, not daring to take a life, heard the call and said, little rabbits little rabbits, do not be hasty to sue, for I am hungry and starving, come tell me of the abuse.
The eagle upon hearing the qualm of the tree from the mouths of the rabbits, said, little rabbits little rabbits, that little young fox is getting shrewd, let us go and find him before his next trickery of abuse.
And so the eagles and the rabbits, the falcons, and the pigeons, the chipmunks and the tortoise, came together to bring judgement for old tree.
Old tree old tree, in depth of voice bellowed the tortoise before the tree, we are here, your fruit is not ripe, the time is not right for eating but for judgement of this trickery of abuse.
Come, said the eagle, wise tortoise, now come, we can solve this now without the court of law in abundance of witness and eyes.
Tortoise tested the fruit and behold it was not ripe, the time is not right. You are sued young little fox, sued now and for all.
But the fox did not care, nor was he aware, what would happen if he were not to accept the tortoise’s bellowing of the law.
And so the eagles and the rabbits, the falcons, and the pigeons, the chipmunks and the tortoise, came together to bring judgement for old tree, not by law but in abundance of witness and eyes.
Now judged by all in the forest, the tree, and by all present, the fox escaped knowing his sentence, humiliation and exportation.
Oh, young little fox, said the tortoise in bellows, you don’t belong here any longer. Go and eat elsewhere for our bellies are waiting for the fruit that is ripe when the time is right!
As the fox left the forest, ashamed and belittled, he never returned the same way in the trickery of abuse towards old tree, in the abundance of witness and in the eyes of all.
Acolyte: Hey, nice lady, I’m a deacon.
Girl: Oh, wow, that’s so cool.
Deacon: I flirt with God that way not with women.
Chastity is the lost element of manhood in our modern world, fidelity to a wife and an honoring of marriage and its loyalties even prior to one’s own. Not only is it lost, it is incapable of being seen, for just as the sinful neither know God nor his power, they neither perceive nor know the essence of male heroism.
Where there is rape, there is only its opposite: weakness, sin, and inability to reproduce, a failure of reproduction and attractive potential.
There are three categories, the essence of male character, the essence of female character, and sin.
A man being a man cannot feel ashamed. Yet, I imagine, very clearly so, that rapists, upon seeing me watching his rape of a woman or girl, would cower, be ashamed, slowing his body to the point of cessation and cracking a joke. Certainly, if I or others in opposition were the larger amongst them.
There is an old fortress called Christianity, where men could proclaim their faith saying they are Christians. However, in today’s world with so many denominations, it seems too simple, or rather associating with Protestantism or even heresy.
Stand with me today, where we can say, I am a Christian. For upon being asked for legitimacy: Are you orthodox? Are you Catholic? Are you Pentecostal? Each of which demanding its own answer, may we hold up the flag of the Lord, an old fire upon our torch, that I am a Christian!
For did not St. Paul say, are you baptized in the name of Paul? Was Paul crucified for you? So speaking he shows us, not to identify as one sect or another but as members of the body of Christ, his very limbs. Did not St. Athanasius himself say the same of heretics, who, associating with one person or sect of heresy, are prone to new names and leaders, rather than Christ, as Christian?
I am a Christian, I say, and may it be enough, for there is one risen King, and one crucifixion and in his name, the name of Christ, have I been baptized!
Hey, look, it’s that girl.
Oh, who cares. She’s nothing.
But that guy wants her.
Oh, where is she?! Where did she go?! I need to have her!
Wait, I thought you didn’t care. You said she’s nothing…
It’s evolutionary instinct.
If it were, you’d have attraction to her to begin with. It’s a social instinct.
No, it’s definitely impulse of biology, bro.
It’s an impulse of stupid. Where were your instincts when I pointed her out to begin with?
If righteous women could act upon the sympathies they express with their mouths, just slightly so, they would be congruent, matching on the inside what they express on the outside; however, they are lesser beings incapable of doing great good, or even slightly, as men are called to. It is not merely physical but truly spiritual, an unrecognized fact like an immovable stone of reality. If you disagree, then I will smile when you prove me wrong :)
Christians are abnormal and extraordinary.
Ab + normal in Latin = Away from + normal.
Extra + ordinary in Latin = Outside of + ordinary.
Not only because fitting into a place that is not heaven is contradictory, but also in a deeper way because the Spirit of Christ within them as well is from a kingdom not of this world.
I just want to have fun and make jokes with you forever!
We can make jokes for our whole life.
But then we have to die.
That part is hard, we won’t joke for a little bit, but then we’ll have fun forever and make jokes together forever.
Կուզեմ միշտ հետդ կատակ ընել:
Կրնանք մեր բոլոր կյանքնիս կատակ ընել:
Բայց հետո օր մը պիտի գայ որ կը մերնինք:
Այդ մասը դժուար պիտի ըլլայ բայց հետո միշտ կատակ կրնանք ընել:
What is the closeness of being true Christians?
The deepest center of my being is occupied by Christ and so is yours. We are one.