“We do not die period. We die comma.” — Rev. Donald Sensing
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That’s what I believe, sorta.
The body dies but the mind lives on, it is eternal.
It’s the spark of life, always was, always will be.
None of that imaginary superhero nonsense.
Electricity, you know, the stuff that illuminates your kitchen in the early morn, and the stuff that connects all of your senses to the central control panel in your brain.
Electricity can’t die.
But, we live in our bodies and the electricity is released into the ether so what does all of that mean?
No one lives in the ether as all the electricity is combined and mixed, so the only “life” you will ever know is that which you are experiencing right now.
Make the best of it.
Do something new today.
ghostsniperMarch 30, 2018, 4:54 AM
I did not watch the video.
scoryMarch 30, 2018, 5:14 AM
You and I – each and every one of us – can never not be. We have always been. We never end.
Spirit plus body = wholeness. Jesus made this equation eternal.
What we believe, say and do in this life determine consequences after mortality has ended. We choose our future.
He Is Risen. We read these words in the scriptures, of an event 2000 plus years ago, and, as Christians, we have hope, a desire to sincerely believe, that Jesus Christ is the Son of God , and we can enjoy life everlasting with Him. Those three little words, which we today can recite by rote, sometimes seem so ancient and myth like that we often may simply take those words for granted, a mere greeting for us to banter back and forth as we attend Maundy Thursday, Good Friday or Easter services. Can you imagine with what wonder and amazement those words, He Is Risen, were shared those 2000 plus years ago? He is indeed a rose among thorns, lifting us up and blanketing us in beauty, thorns though we may be. He Is Risen.
RichardMarch 30, 2018, 8:02 AM
Thank you for the video. Truth, Beauty, and Light. We are drawn to it because we are drawn from it. The Holy Triduum is the most profound time of the year.
JackMarch 30, 2018, 9:25 AM
The melody accompanying the vid was given lyrics by Sarah Brightman. It’s called Nella Fantasia and my favorite version of it, apart from Brightman’s is sung by 14 year old Dutch, now S. African crossover singer Amira Willighagen. Check her live performance of the song when she sang before an audience in South Africa. 14…you just can’t make this stuff up.
I’ll be dipped if all I can remember of The Mission was that my roommate, and lifelong buddy (I was his best man), could speak Guarani, Spanish and Portuguese and translated everything being said and sung in the movie for us. The Guarani can’t hold a tune in a bucket, so their choir part was pretty much faked. Other than that failing, they are a fine people. My buddy was in a missionary family in that very location.
Makes me want to study the movie and history.
Enjoy the Holy events today through Sunday. Jesus is risen!
IMHO one of the most beautiful melodies ever written. One of my favorite movies.
Fluella De VilApril 3, 2021, 9:08 AM
This post doesn’t like being in proximity to the post above it. The purple Easter bunny makes it feel dirty. I guess one could say you’re versatile, from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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Lay down these words
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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“We do not die period. We die comma.” — Rev. Donald Sensing
================
That’s what I believe, sorta.
The body dies but the mind lives on, it is eternal.
It’s the spark of life, always was, always will be.
None of that imaginary superhero nonsense.
Electricity, you know, the stuff that illuminates your kitchen in the early morn, and the stuff that connects all of your senses to the central control panel in your brain.
Electricity can’t die.
But, we live in our bodies and the electricity is released into the ether so what does all of that mean?
No one lives in the ether as all the electricity is combined and mixed, so the only “life” you will ever know is that which you are experiencing right now.
Make the best of it.
Do something new today.
I did not watch the video.
You and I – each and every one of us – can never not be. We have always been. We never end.
Spirit plus body = wholeness. Jesus made this equation eternal.
What we believe, say and do in this life determine consequences after mortality has ended. We choose our future.
He Is Risen. We read these words in the scriptures, of an event 2000 plus years ago, and, as Christians, we have hope, a desire to sincerely believe, that Jesus Christ is the Son of God , and we can enjoy life everlasting with Him. Those three little words, which we today can recite by rote, sometimes seem so ancient and myth like that we often may simply take those words for granted, a mere greeting for us to banter back and forth as we attend Maundy Thursday, Good Friday or Easter services. Can you imagine with what wonder and amazement those words, He Is Risen, were shared those 2000 plus years ago? He is indeed a rose among thorns, lifting us up and blanketing us in beauty, thorns though we may be. He Is Risen.
Thank you for the video. Truth, Beauty, and Light. We are drawn to it because we are drawn from it. The Holy Triduum is the most profound time of the year.
The melody accompanying the vid was given lyrics by Sarah Brightman. It’s called Nella Fantasia and my favorite version of it, apart from Brightman’s is sung by 14 year old Dutch, now S. African crossover singer Amira Willighagen. Check her live performance of the song when she sang before an audience in South Africa. 14…you just can’t make this stuff up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_WyjEj5DW8
I’ll be dipped if all I can remember of The Mission was that my roommate, and lifelong buddy (I was his best man), could speak Guarani, Spanish and Portuguese and translated everything being said and sung in the movie for us. The Guarani can’t hold a tune in a bucket, so their choir part was pretty much faked. Other than that failing, they are a fine people. My buddy was in a missionary family in that very location.
Makes me want to study the movie and history.
Enjoy the Holy events today through Sunday. Jesus is risen!
IMHO one of the most beautiful melodies ever written. One of my favorite movies.
This post doesn’t like being in proximity to the post above it. The purple Easter bunny makes it feel dirty. I guess one could say you’re versatile, from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Without God, life is meaningless.
https://forge-and-anvil.com/2021/04/01/historical-world-accounts-of-the-crucifixions-darkness/
And here is something even more wondrous and terrible to behold.
Robert de niro…spit