People have a lot to say about being sedated and probed. She was infuriated, in part, that when she woke up she was greeted by orange juice rather than a cookie. Nancy seemed like a smart woman. I heeded her advice and booked an appointment elsewhere.
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After getting changed, a nurse wheeled me into a small room with two huge TV screens where a camera inching through my colon would be projected like an episode of Blue Planet. The anesthetist came in and injected me with something. On her desk lay five pages stapled together with photos of me on them. Specifically, photos of my colon. She suggested eating more fiber and gave me a prescription for a suppository which is currently tucked behind some sunscreen on a shelf in my bathroom.
On the train home, I took out her report and studied the pictures a little closer to see if she had missed something. I wondered if a string of veins might have been turned from blue to a wine-purple after Donald Trump was sworn in. Maybe the doctor who had inspected my inner workings had missed something important. Our bodies are even capable of this linguistic device. I remember one muddy year at Glastonbury, racing down the hill arm-in-arm with a bunch of people, all off our faces on MDMA, feeling happier than I had ever felt. Another year, I remember taking mephedrone with a girl I fancied during Blur's headline set, both weeping with joy at a band we'd grown up with our whole lives.
Again, everyone knows this; no one thinks the thousands who watch the sunrise at the stone circle in Glastonbury every year are just on a high from seeing Mumford and Sons. But the festivals keep up the pretence that they are drug-free zones. Even a recent BBC3 show, Festivals, Sex and Suspicious Parents , which was supposed to show parents what their kids really got up to at festivals, ignored the fact that as the cameras panned around the festival, many revellers were plainly as high as a kite, their jaws swinging back and forth like pendulums, a side-effect of taking ecstasy.
The voiceover just kept talking about people being "drunk". I am also part of the first generation of people whose parents are likely to have been drug users. Of course, some adults would be outraged, like the parents on BBC3, to see what their kids got up to. But many more knew only too well — plenty of people I know would smoke weed or share dealers with their parents. In some families drug use had less stigma than smoking. I thought all this was normal, but at university I met, for the first time, young people who totally abstained from drugs.
They mostly came from outside major cities, or outside the UK, and many shivered in horror when they saw the rest of us dabbing our gums with mysterious white powders. I thought there would be a rift in social lives, an us-and-them situation, but it was around that time that mephedrone happened. Known by literally no young person ever as "meow meow", mephedrone was a legal high that changed attitudes towards drug-taking.
Mephedrone was incredibly cheap — about a tenner a gram — and incredibly available. You could order it with next-day delivery to your university PO box. Mephedrone was a drugs phenomenon of which I have never seen the likes before or since. Everyone started doing it. I remember visiting a friend at Leeds University during this period. We went to a club and the queue for the men's bogs was at least 70 people long. When I finally got inside the place stunk of mephedrone, you could hear everyone loudly sniffing.
On nights out during this time, everyone would be raging — making out with one another, dancing with total abandon. But the comedowns were immediate and severe, far worse than ecstasy. By 4am people would be lying on the floor sharing the most intimate and personal shames and secrets, as if the drug was somehow compelling them to be honest.
Some people called it a truth serum. Friendships were forged in the hot irons of that emotional exposition, as were the most horrendous hangovers. Mephedrone was banned within two years of it taking off. People talk a lot about one legal high being banned only for another to take its place, but the real legacy of mephedrone was to numb the stigma of harder drugs. By the time I left university, many of the drug abstainers who had tried mephedrone became relaxed about most illegal drugs, too.
Ecstasy and mephedrone make it pretty hard to get much done in the days after taking them. You can't regularly use them and be a successful, functioning adult, so they become a rarer treat once you leave student life. In their 20s most people are overworked: If they're going to go out on a Friday night they need a pick-me-up. And that is why cocaine remains the young professional's drug of choice.
I see cocaine usage almost every weekend wherever I go: At fancy celebrity parties, the sort you see on Mail Online, cocaine is so prevalent that it's almost boring. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone! Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught.
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten. I witnessed life at its fullest, Empty handed. Your nose is rather large! Oh well-- Cyrano coolly: Valvert turns away with a shrug: Well of course-- Cyrano: Ah no, young sir! You are too simple. Why, you might have said -- Oh a great many things! Mon dieu, why waste your opportunity? I, sir, if that nose were mine, I'd have it amputated - on the spot! How do you drink with such a nose? You ought to have a cup made specially. What is that receptacle - A razor-case or a portfolio? Ah, do you love the little birds so much that they come and sing to you, you give them this to perch on?
Sir, when you smoke, the neighbours must suppose your chimney is on fire. Take care-- A weight like that might make you topheary. Somebody fech my parasol-- Those delicate colors fade so in the sun! Does not Aristophanes mention a mythologic monster called hippocampelephantocamelos? Surely we have here the original! Hang your hat over that chandelier-- it hurts my eyes. When it blows, the typhoon howls, and the clouds darken.
When it bleeds-- the Red Sea! What a sign for some perfumer! Hark-- the horn of Roland calls to summon Charlemagne! When do they unveil the monument? Call that a nose? Na na-- I be no fool like what you think I be--That there's a blue cucumber! Why not a lottery with this for the grand prize? Or -- parodying Faustus in the play-- "Was this the nose that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilium?
I have never loved but one man in my life, And I have lost him-- twice A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's ratified, a sealed promise, A heart's avowal claiming confirmation, A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration'; A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered You only use it when you travel. I knew the record would stand until it was broken. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena.
The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work. Box "The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; he studies it because he delights in it, and he delights in it because it is beautiful. If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.
The Earth is a swirling ball of flaming gases. Fishing is extremely poor, especially in August. That's one of the things wrong with history. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God. It is the earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. Tufte "Treat a virus with antibiotics and you get better in 7 days.
Do nothing and you are better in a week. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do. Can't a man alive mistreat me, 'cause I know who I am. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Home, man feels once more happy.
It isn't always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. The journey changes you; it should change ou. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present. In the pursuit of the Way, everyday something is dropped. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen.
Respect that fact every second of every day. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute - and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill.
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As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental aptitude. You got to obey the rules: Quaritch from movie Avatar "This is the mark of a perfect character - to pass through each day as though it were the last, without agitation, without torpor, and without pretense. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that! Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again! All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.
All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness. When I knew the wind was strong, I attacked myself to make the race as hard as possible. But I'm not talking about a lactate threshold or anything like that; this threshold is harder to define because it's really a combination of physiological, psychological, and environmental factors. At the same time, every racer who's broken through what I refer to as the "Competitive Threshold" knows what it is, even if they can't really describe it.
When your fitness is below a given point relative to your competition you're racing to survive and holding on to a slight hope that if you survive long enough you might be able to launch one all-or-nothing bid for victory. But when improve beyond your Competitive Threshold, survival is no longer an issue and a whole new world of opportunities opens up. Instead of fighting for wheels so you don't get dropped, you're fighting for wheels based on strategy.
Instead of viewing the peloton as a place to find shelter, you start viewing it as a tool you can use to increase your chances of winning. You start acting like a hunter instead of a scavenger. The farther you pedal, the heavier he feels. The harder you push, the tighter he squeezes your chest. The steeper the climb, the deeper he digs his jagged, sharp claws into your muscles. It doesn't matter if you're sprinting for an Olympic medal, a town sign, a trailhead, or the rest stop with the homemade brownies.
If you never confront pain, you're missing the essence of the sport. Without pain, there's no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering. The most important factor you can keep in your own hands is yourself. I always placed the greatest emphasis on that.
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Jane Kelly, The Anchorage Daily News in July "The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have" -- Reinhold Messner, alpinest "It's always further than it looks. It's always taller than it looks. It's always harder than it looks. Now I have only good days or great days. They are far superior and always have been.
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Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. I you give her sperm she will give you a baby. If you give her a house, she will give you a home. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart. She multiples and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit! When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything.
Several new science papers suggest that getting away is an essential habit of effective thinking. When we escape from the place we spend most of our time, the mind is suddenly made aware of all those errant ideas we'd previously suppressed. We start thinking about obscure possibilitiebsthat never would have occurred to us if we'd stayed home. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom" " Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
To die, to sleep; To sleep: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian: And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-- A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharina that do talk of me. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Come on, and kiss me, Kate. I know not, sir.
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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: What do you want? Whose side are you on?
Now that would be telling. You won't get it. By hook or crook we will. The new number 2. Who is number 1? You are number 6. I am not a number. I am a free man! Wrath of Khan "Only a fool fights in a burning house. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. He does not seem to know where the center of the earth is. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.
The intelletual life of man consists almost wholly in his substitution of a conceptual order for the persceptual order in which his experience originally comes. If it's in my mouth, it's mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way. If I'm chewing something, all the pieces are mine.
If it looks just like mine, it is mine. If I saw it first, it's mine. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine. Sometimes she wished she were sleeping with the right man instead of with her dog, but she never felt she was sleeping with the wrong dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion" -- anon In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.
You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out? But I have seen a ship with black sails. Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're telling me? Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor. The Curse of the Black Pearl" Barbossa: First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, so I must do nothin'.
And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply, and you're not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner. The Curse of the Black Pearl" Murtogg: But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed. I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable: The Curse of the Black Pearl" The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. Rooney And now to all the good dogs-- the special ones you loved best, those of ours we still miss -- good-bye, until, on some brighter day, in some fairer place, they run out again to greet us.
What we call each other ultimately becomes what we think of each other, and it matters. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar limbs. The dog has long been bemused by the singular activites and the curious practices of men, cocking his head inquiringly to one side, intently watching and listening to the strangest goings-on in the world. He has seen men sing together and fight one another in the same evening. He has watched them go to bed when it is time to get up, and get up when it is time to go to bed.
He has observed them destroying the soil in vast areas, and nurturing it in small patches. He has stood by while men built strong and solid houses for rest and quiet and then filled them with lights and bells and machinery. His sensitive nose, which can detect what's cooking in the next township, has caught at one and the same time the bewildering smells of the hospital and the munitions factory.
He has seen men raise up great cities to heaven and then blow them to hell. Show him you remember that he is Mr. Well, you know where he is. Stowe "Man will occasionally stumble across the truth, but will usually pick himself up and carry on. Then YOU feel successful about it; that's how success is measured. Save lives and you are a nurse. Do you believe in God, sir? Father, I simply believe that religion I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believe in God.
My mind tells me I will never understand God. Tells me I'm not meant to. Faith is a gift that I have yet to receive. The language also serves as a framework within which we organize our ideas about processes. Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Dalberg Acton "Human beings The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group. Dijkstra "The question of whether computers can think is just like the question of whether submarines can swim. Dijkstra "Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
Dijkstra "Computers are dull and boring; humans are clever and imaginative. We humans make computers exciting. Equipped with computing devices, we use our cleverness to tackle problems we would not dare take on before the age of computing and build systems with functionality limited only by our imaginations.
Horning "The traditional mathematician recognizes and appreciates mathematical elegance when he sees it. I propose to go one step further, and to consider elegance an essential ingredient of mathematics: Dijkstra "For me, the first challenge for Computer Science is to discover how to maintain order in a finite, but very large, discrete universe that is intricately intertwined. And a second, but not less important challenge is how to mould what you have achieved in solving the first problem, into a teachable discipline: The more you concentrate on those two challenges, the more you will see that they are only two sides of the same coin: Dijkstra "We must organize the computation in such a way that our limited powers are sufficient to guarantee that the computation will establish the desired effect.
Dijkstra "Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not. A Sense of Humor was provided to console him for what he is. It is the measles of mankind. But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say. But I like to hear you say it. You can learn all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of the worlds.
Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. Makes her a home. We'll pass through it soon enough. Everything goes somewhere, and I go everywhere. The noise is what distracts us from the the truth. Generations" "Give a man a hammer, and he will begin to see the world as a collection of nails" Alternatively: To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent - a fearsome mostly waterless land of rock and heat, sand dunes and quicksand, cactus, thornbrush, scorpion, rattlesnake, and agaraphobic distances.
To those who see our land in that manner, the best reply is, yes, you are right, it is a dangerous and terrible place. Enter at your own risk. Avoid the noonday sun. Try to ignore the vultures. What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses Lost in time and lost in space Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet.
We sat on a high esplanade and looked far over the countless chimneys of northern Manchester to the horizon. On the skyline, green and aloof, the Pennines rose like the ramparts of paradise. King Hubbert "There is no better test of a man's integrity than his behavior when he is wrong. Boorstin "If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people? It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest Gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn't matter whether you are a Lion or a Gazelle Also less likely to live. Eliot "Ultimately, however, conflict lies not in objective reality, but in people's heads. Truth is simple one argument - perhaps a good one, perhaps not - for dealing with the difference. The difference itself exists because it exists in their thinking. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
But I heard Rosa Parks. I met Rosa Parks in when I was In , I met Dr. King, and these two individuals inspired me to get into trouble, and I've been getting in good trouble, necessary trouble, ever since. Cherish these natural wonders, cherish the natural resources, cherish the history and romance as a sacred heritage, for your children and your children's children.
Do not let selfish men or greedy interests skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its romance. I just watch what they do. Until they make that first turn. Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tanhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
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I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments, he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die. Chase "Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.
Frankl Law of the Splintered Paddle Oh people, Honor thy god; respect alike [the righs of] people both great and humble; May everyone, from the old men and women to the children Be free to go forth and lie in the road i. Break this law, and die. I existed before God. When I have the map I will be free and the world will be different. Understanding of what master? And soon I will have understanding of video cassette recorders. And when I have understanding of them, I shall have understanding of computers. And when I have understanding of computers, I shall be the Supreme Being.
God isn't interested in technology. He knows nothing of the potential of the micro chip or the silicon revolution.