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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
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
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
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
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
Gun Control is Bullshit. Look What it's doing.A student was suspended for eating a poptart into the shape of a gun:
[link]
Really? A "Future" terrorist?

A student was suspended because he had a picture of a gun on his laptop background:
[link]
What's going on here?

A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
[link]
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.
[link]
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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Sans Destin

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Il m'arrive parfois, quand je suis seule au milieu du silence, d'avoir l'impression d'attendre.
D'attendre quelque chose, quelqu'un, un signe que mon destin existe.
Comme une enfant sage attend qu'on vienne la chercher, comme un loup hurle à la lune, comme une poupée attend d'être choisie dans une vitrine…

Et le temps passe…

Je me retrouve à divaguer, à remplir les heures de dessins et de jeux, à faire des plans, monter des idées, prévoir des choses que je ne ferai jamais… Je comble ce temps inlassablement.

Et le temps passe...

Peut être que j'espère bêtement passer de figurante à héroïne, mordue par une araignée radioactive, transformée par un sortilège, sortir de la banalité et toucher à l'exception…

Mais le temps passe…

Peut être que j'ai trop vu de destins fantastiques à la télé et dans les films, peut être que je me vois en Clark Kent coincé dans son carcan humain, peut être que j'espérais tellement plus de moi-même…

Mais le temps passe…

Je me regarde enfin dans la glace, et je réalise la futilité de mes espoirs. Je suis normale.
Trop normale à mon goût. J'ai tant rêvé que je crains de toucher terre, et quand j'y fais face j'y trouve une jeune femme qui passe à côté de sa vie à force d'attendre son destin.

Je suis en retard…

Me revoilà face à ma petite vie, avec ses impératifs sans gloire, ses besoins sans panache, ses drames sans importance. Pourtant c'est ma vie. Sûrement la seule que je puisse m'offrir et je dois en prendre soin. Allez, lève toi et marche…

Je suis très en retard…

Mon nuage s'est dissipé et je réalise que j'aurais besoin d'un bon shoot d'adrénaline pour rattraper mes égarements. Je cours, je jongle, je rattrape ma vie qui m'échappe !
Une minute, encore une minute et j'y serais, j'arrive, j'arrive !

Et j'attrape mon train.

Quand je regarde les gens sur le quai, et la vitesse m'emporter au loin, je me dis enfin que je suis bien bête d'avoir tant rêvé. Rêvé d'être plus qu'une passagère, d'être une exception… Alors que mon bonheur peut être ici, dans cette action toute bête, juste d'avancer dans la vie.

Je n'aurai pas de destin.
Je ne suis que moi, et je dois travailler à trouver ça suffisant.
Et là, je serai maîtresse de mon temps. Pour en faire de belles choses, les partager, trouver ma place, me recentrer, construire ma vie.

Je n'aurai pas de destin.
Mais j'essaierai au moins d'avoir une belle vie.
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Un petit texte introspectif inspiré par ma chère amie Elyra :iconelyra-coacalina:
;)
Prenez soin de votre vie ! :hug:
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Mood: Joy *Elyra-Coacalina Sep 26, 2011
Pas de destin c'est vite dit. Disons que tu n'auras pas tout à fait le destin d'une super héroïne mais c'est un destin malgré tout hein ^^

et bien c'est très bien tout ça ^^

petit texte bien sympa qui est vrai pour la plupart des gens. tu es un exemple !!! bravo !!!

(attention tu as mis des "s" partout donc ça fait du conditionnel alors que ce devrait être du futur : ligne 6 "ferai" par exemple)

et moi je dis que c'était ton destin de rencontrer Alain ^^

Youpiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii /o/
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~Emystick Sep 26, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Merci beaucoup ma pounette ^^
Je rectifie au fur à mesure qu'on me signale des fautes, en effet la conjugaison c'est pas mon fort :p
Et quand je dis "sans destin", c'est plus pour "sans destin -héroïque-" donc ce n'est pas forcément négatif :)
Bisous bisouuuuus !
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*Phoenix2b Sep 25, 2011
très beau, et très vrai ;)
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~Emystick Sep 26, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Merci ! contente que ça t'ai touché :)
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