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Time is an invisible entity that passes by, silently, quickly, and inconspicuiously. Treasure the tides of change, for many moments change, in minutes, seconds, days or years.
I you ever question the existence of God go look up.
Out in West Texas it gets REALLY dark. Last night as I was in the middle of nowhere (I have it on the map over there) I pulled over to see how dark it really was. For 5 minutes there was not a single car or truck that went past. No moon or lights in sight. Me and the desert. In a way it was kind of eery. Not sure if it was the way the wind was blowing or the coyotes in the desert barking, Maybe it was the thought that when I get ready to leave I sure hope the truck starts.
I looked up in the sky and saw millions of stars. Just then a calm came over me and I knew out there in the middle of the West Texas desert I was not alone. There was that knowing that God is right there. As I stood there I felt closer to God than I have in years. I did not need to be in some church somewhere where at some point the people you need the most truly help you the least. It was a true feeling of peace.
Here this looks like some black blob LOL. Check it out here.....
"God is a hypothesis constructed by man to help him understand what existence is all about."
— Julian Huxley (1887-1975) "Religion Without God," The Observer (March 31, 1963)
Image: [42] The Ancient of Days, frontispiece to Europe a Prophecy by William Blake (1794)
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This North Eastern Life: Quote of the Day for 2016-07-25
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After more than 500 years of existence the tower of Haus Pesch found an end on the last day October 2013. This building was under monument protection; however the demolition of the ancient building was a legal act on behalf of economic interest. Under this building lays valuable resources of public interests.
The tower was damaged in WW2 and rebuild after the war. With love in history and tradition it’s was cultivated over all the years.
The last act of the tower starts at 8:00 am and ends at 11:59 am.
These 10 pictures documented this last act of existence.
The original installation is 3 m wide and 1.20 m high.
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Fowey is a small town, civil parish and cargo port at the mouth of the River Fowey in south Cornwall, England, United Kingdom.
The town has been in existence since before 1300; the estuary of the River Fowey forms a natural harbour which enabled the town to become an important trading centre. Privateers also made use of the sheltered harbourage. The Lostwithiel and Fowey Railway brought China clay here for export.
As we race through existence chasing our dreams, we often shed our pure intentions and exchange them for the heavy burdens we carry. But now and then, we allow the energy of the Universe to flow through us without judgement and without ego. During such intense yet peaceful moments we are reminded of the potential that surrounds us.
"Surfing brings me great joy on a very spiritual level. I get a lot of my inspiration while out in the water with friends, gazing at the clouds and witnessing the water reform and bounce light around.
This surf painting is a glimpse of tranquility and inspiration. An ode to the sense of oneness, mystery, beauty and inspiration that can engulf or embrace us." - Jay Alders
A good example of peaceful co-existence with the Church and a Buddhist temple situated side by side.
This darn game... the bane of my existence. He is spoiled, I admit it. He begged Mike to play with him. I warned "He's a cheater and don't play with the 'golden' marble." KNOWING that it was going to lead to some screaming, because somehow the torture that comes from being an older sibling is lost on me. Plus my getting older... it's definitely true when they say that the babies get away with everything because you're too tired and concede to whatever *within reason* to find the quiet homeostasis. Before the game is even put together the screaming begins..... erupting into a 30 minute meltdown of torture and disappearing golden marbles, all the while with the shit-eating grin that erupts on the faces of siblings getting their digs in. He gathers up all of the pieces and deposits them away from him... snorting and snotting for another 15 minutes... at the end... somehow they seem to forget the previous 40 minutes of torture as Mike again asks if he wants to play. REPEAT the process all over again.