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I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121
The Grevy's zebra shown here in Samburu National Reserve in desert-like northern Kenya is more closely related to the wild ass than the horse (or so says Wikipedia, whence I stole this), while the plains, or common, zebra seen in southern Kenya and in Tanzania is more closely related to the horse. Grevy's are taller, have larger ears, and have narrower stripes than do plains zebras. Grevy's is the largest of the zebra species. Because prolonged drought causing a lack of forage, these zebra’s are on the endangered list. The zebra’s in Samburu have plenty of water from the nearby Ewaso Ng'iro River, and in recent years rangers have made several daily hay drops. Samburu National Reserve, northern Kenya. ©2022 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
On my way to the Zwart Water I biked through the Krosselt, which apparently takes its name from a dialect form of Gooseberry (in Dutch: 'kruisbes' and in the local language 'kroesel' whence Krosselt). The sunny morning brought out great swathes of lilac-purple Redstem Filaree, Erodium cicutarium, in the open spaces of the natural reserve. I'd expected lots of insects but the last decades has seen terribly diminishing populations. Among the few six-legged denizens of this area I did see a pretty Small Copper... Soon it deserted its floral perch and rested on sandy ground (see inset).
The hut was originally a crofting home, typically with central entrance hall and stairs ahead, two rooms up and down, left and right. The roofing is still the local Ballachulish slate which covered much of Scottish housing. The walls are of thick stone, built to withstand the battering of gales. The Club planted a shelter belt of trees to the west, from whence roar in the prevailing south-westerlies.
“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.
[Remarks at the Dinner for the America's Cup Crews, September 14 1962]”
― John F. Kennedy
Alcácer do Sal is the first town of the Baixo Alentejo, 52km from Setúbal on the banks of the Sado. It is one of Portugal’s oldest ports, founded by the Phoenicians and made a regional capital under the Moors – whence its name (al-Ksar, “the town”) derives. The other part of its name, do Sal, “of salt”, reflects the dominance of the salt industry in these parts; the Sado estuary is still fringed with salt marshes.
Alcácer do Sal, Alentejo, Portugal
One of those "look back from whence you came" shots. The sun broke through the cloud and lit up Higger Tor with the gritstone rocks of Carl Wark in the foreground.
The Palazzo dello Spagnolo is a Rococo or late-Baroque-style palace in Rione Sanità in central Naples. It is best known for its elaborate staircase.
The Palace was erected during 1738, commissioned by the Marchese di Poppano, Nicola Moscati, and is attributed to the architect Ferdinando Sanfelice. Through an indistinct façade one enters to an interior octagonal courtyard leads to a double ramp stairwell. The interior was richly stuccoed by Aniello Prezioso, using designs by Francesco Attanasio in 1742. The top floor was added at the end of the 18th century. In the following century, the family sold apartments in the lower floors to Tommaso Atienza, nicknamed lo Spagnolo (the Spaniard), whence the name of the palace.
The staircases with arches in shifting planes still grants an aura of complex scenography, despite its present cramped and dilapidated state: a grandiose entrance leading only to a decrepit palace. The nearby Palazzo San Felice is attributed to the same architect and has similar staircases.
Azrael's poem to the dying:
"I have watched you since you were born
I wrote your name in my book as you came into this world
I have had an eye watching your entire life
See now, your name fades with time
And now you shall return from whence you came
Let this apple take your body from you
Let my hand guide you to your rightful place
For I am your shepherd
Blessed are the dead
And now you are among them
Delivered from this mortal coil."
Small shorebird. Constantly bobs its tail while working edges of streams, ponds, and lakes for invertebrates. Several individuals may be found at the same body of water, but never forms tight flocks. Underparts spotted in summer; plain in winter. Listen for two- or three-noted whistled call as they flush from shorelines. Distinctive wingbeats: snappy and below horizontal. (eBird)
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I think that this is the first time I've seen a juvenile Spotty! There were at least three of them standing on rocks near the shore of the lake. Spotties breed in Ottawa, so there was likely a nest somewhere nearby from whence these youngsters came.
Britannia Conservation Area, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. August 2023.
The estate was formerly known as Mount Alexander. An earlier house was illustrated in Neale's Seats, but only the foundations of this remain at a different site. Heiton was the second of a dynasty of 3 generations: after training with his father, he spent time in the office of Burn and Bryce between 1842 and 1848, from whence he evidently acquired experience with Baronial design, leaving to provide a host of fine, imaginative compositions which stand up well in comparison with those of David Bryce. He is known for such masterpieces as Atholl Palace Hotel and Vogrie House, Midlothian.
The house was vacated in 1952, after having housed a school for Polish refugees.
A beautiful autumn day unfolds near an old homestead site near the Grand Tetons. The land here was settled by mountain men as early as 1810. The area served as a hub for the fur traders that operated in the Rocky Mountains during the early 19th century. A number of these old homesteads still remain along the Snake River in Grand Teton National Park. They are maintained by the National Park System so that we can remember our history as Western Americans. It is always important to know from whence we came.
Grand Teton National Park Wy
Things are changing, yet much of the scenery in Western Nevada County defies the years. Autumns come, autumns go-- this old barn has been a witness to many a change of season--a nice reminder from whence we came.
Western Nevada County CA
Si-o-se-pol was built between 1599 and 1602,under the reign of Abbas I, the fifth Safavid king (shah) of Iran. It was constructed under the supervision of Allahverdi Khan Undiladze, the commander-in-chief of the armies, who was of Georgian origin, and was also named after him.
The bridge served particularly as a connection between the mansions of the elite, as well as a link to the city's vital Armenian neighborhood of New Julfa.The bridge has a total length of 297.76 metres (976.9 ft) and a total width of 14.75 metres (48.4 ft). It is a vaulted arch bridge consisting of two superimposed rows of 33 arches, from whence its popular name of Si-o-se-pol comes, and is made of stone. The longest span is about 5.60 metres (18.4 ft).
………Both looking back at archive Cumbrian trips and looking back from whence we’d climbed. Derwent water looking from King How, Catbells is off left and Keswick at the head of the lake. Looking forward to our next trip - Covid permitting! Alan:-)……
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And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came. –John F. Kennedy
Continuing with my Positive Flags of the Nations
project. I live by the sea and enjoy it to the fullest it is beautiful, moody, calm and sometimes very rough. Its colours vary from blues aquas, greens, and shades of gold. It is magical, poetical, thrilling, fun, a home for many and a place of pure beauty.
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Mahatma Gandhi
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
John F. Kennedy
There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
Sarah Kay
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Her secret lair in the yard, from whence she assembles her schemes. It was always more or less green until the record-breaking heat wave at the end of June that crisped them. It was stealthier by far when the ferns were healthy and springing back after she passed through - the round 'doorway' is new. Some of the Sword Fern is still green - it should grow back fairly quickly when the blessed rain returns. Happy Caturday 21 August 2021, "Antics and Mischief."
……As opposed to the Welsh Bridge which is the other side of town from whence we walked! By now we were not too far from the car. This would make an extra shot for Fence Friday I thought - ‘Click’. HFF & have a great W/End everyone. Alan:-)……
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The ancient theatre (the teatro greco, or "Greek theatre") is built for the most part of brick, and is therefore probably of Roman date, though the plan and arrangement are in accordance with those of Greek, rather than Roman, theatres; whence it is supposed that the present structure was rebuilt upon the foundations of an older theatre of the Greek period. With a diameter of 120 metres (390 ft) (after an expansion in the 2nd century), this theatre is the second largest of its kind in Sicily (after that of Syracuse); it is frequently used for operatic and theatrical performances and for concerts. The greater part of the original seats have disappeared, but the wall which surrounded the whole cavea is preserved, and the proscenium with the back wall of the scena and its appendages, of which only traces remain in most ancient theatres, are here preserved in singular integrity, and contribute much to the picturesque effect, as well as to the interest, of the ruin. From the fragments of architectural decorations still extant we learn that it was of the Corinthian order, and richly ornamented. Some portions of a temple are also visible, converted into the church of San Pancrazio, but the edifice is of small size. (Wikipedia)
O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
Nature's observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
Among the boughs pavillioned, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace today these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats
Taken At Roche
From Wiki:
Pentedattilo (Calabrian Greek: Pentadàktilo) is a ghost town in Calabria, southern Italy, administratively a frazione of Melito di Porto Salvo. Until 1811, before the unification of Italy, it was a separate commune. It is situated at 250 m above the sea level, on the Monte Calvario, a mountain whose shapes once resembled that of five fingers (whence the name, from the Greek penta + daktylos , meaning "five fingers")
It's possible to stay overnight in this village, it's not easy though, cars stop where I took the photo, all food and luggage must be carried up from this point, that part was definitely not fun. Night versions coming soon.
A cairn on Colborne Moor with the inscription:
'Erected in memory of John Charles Gilligan by his family - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. Psalm 121'
With all your science
can you tell how it is,
and whence it is,
that light comes into the soul?
-Thoreau
"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."
John F. Kennedy
We came across these sheep which had done the "great escape" (though not on motor bikes.) through an open gate...they soon return from whence they came when they saw Ralf and we locked them back in their field none the worse for having met Ralf.
Oh!!!...the mountain in the distance is Snowdon.
- Posto a 250 metri s.l.m. ,sorge arroccato sulla rupe del Monte Calvario, dalla caratteristica forma che ricorda quella di una ciclopica mano con cinque dita, e da cui deriva il nome del borgo in lingua greca πέντα-δάκτυλος (traslitterato pènta-dàktylos), cioè "cinque dita"
- It is situated at 250 m above the sea level, on the Monte Calvario, a mountain whose shapes once resembled that of five fingers (whence the name, from the Greek pente + daktylos , meaning "five fingers").
(37°57'15.1"N 15°45'40.7"E)
Mt. Lemmon, Arizona. About hoodoos: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoodoo_(geology)
Psalm 121 King James Version (KJV)
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
With love to all my Flickr friends, of all political persuasions, as we adjust to the new reality after the outcome of the election.
Typical Dutch landscape or should I say, a stereotypical Dutch landscape.
Seen and shot from the train nearby Zevenhuizen on my way to The Hague.
:-)
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For those who love windmills or just want to know a little more about them: www.texva.com/holland/The Dutch Windmill.htm
'The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit' (St. John 3 : 8)
When following the motorway from Gouda to The Hague, (or the train) one will see on the left the four mills belonging to the Tweemanspolder under Zevenhuizen, a gang of four mills which make a fine spectacle as seen from the road and which are still in good condition, although they are no longer regularly in working order.
Windmills have always played a great part in the life of Holland and its inhabitants. While at first they served to grind corn, to remove excess water from the low-lying districts, and to saw timber, thus making the country fit for human habitation and adding to habitable area, they developed - especially in the seventeenth century - into a most important factor in the social structure of those days. It is with increasing interest that one learns about this.
Although it can be said that windmills which can be compared with the Dutch windmills are to be found in other European countries as well (England, Belgium, France, Denmark, Germany, Finland), it has to be observed that their number is relatively small there. It is only in Holland that so many windmills are present in so small an area. These windmills moreover are in very reasonable, many of them even in excellent, condition and a considerable number of them are working regularly. There are windmills of the most varied types: drainage mills, corn mills, and industrial mills for all sorts of purposes.
Windmills form an important element in the Dutch landscape with its wide horizons, its glittering waters and big clouds floating overhead; without them we can hardly imagine this landscape, which is unique in the world.
For those who love windmills or just wantto know a little more about them: www.texva.com/holland/The Dutch Windmill.htm
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The tweemanspolder is almost 15 feet below sea level. A line of four windmills are to be seen, constructed in the 18th century to reclaim a peat bog.
Tweemanspolder Molen No.1 Build in 1730
Tweemanspolder Molen No.2 Build in 1729
Tweemanspolder Molen No.3 Build in 1792
Tweemanspolder Molen No.4 Build in 1722
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I found this old place being swallowed up by the earth today, while I was showing my family around the local sceneic areas.
thought I'd share it with you guys, sorry for the blownout left side of the photo, it's a sunny as hell day!
Taken near Burntcoat Head Park, in Hants County, Nova Scotia, Canada.
."The wind, the wandering wind
Of the golden summer eves
Whence is the thrilling magic
Of its tunes amongst the leaves?
Oh, is it from the waters,
Or from the long, tall grass?
Or is it from the hollow rocks
Through which its breathings pass?"
- Felicia Hemans
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I think now that I’m in the autumn of my life, and I’m getting a chance to look back at my past, I hope I have made a difference in someone’s life, brought a smile to someone’s face, given of my time, leaned over to pick someone up, spoken words of comfort, and given of my heart until it hurt. For in life, these things are the most important….
About Lagangarbh
Lagangarbh Hut is situated north of Buachaille Etive Mor near the River Coupall. It is owned by the National Trust for Scotland and has been occupied and maintained by the Scottish Mountaineering Club since 1946. It was extensively refurbished in 1994.
History
The hut was originally a crofting home, typically with central entrance hall and stairs ahead, two rooms up and down, left and right. The roofing is still the local Ballachulish slate which covered much of Scottish housing. The walls are of thick stone, built to withstand the battering of gales. The Club planted a shelter belt of trees to the west, from whence roar in the prevailing south-westerlies.
Length 10 to 15 mm. The colouration may vary from pale to dark brown but the distinguishing feature is the dark edged pale 'half moon' on the rear margin of the wing - from whence the Latin 'lunatus'.
This is a cosmopolitan species to be found in streams, ponds lakes and marshes.
The larval case is constructed from leaf fragments, sand grains and other debris.
Common and widespread over much of Britain.
Typical Dutch landscape or should I say, a stereotypical Dutch landscape.
Seen and shot from the train nearby Zevenhuizen on my way to The Hague.
:-)
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For those who love windmills or just want to know a little more about them: www.texva.com/holland/The Dutch Windmill.htm
'The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit' (St. John 3 : 8)
When following the motorway from Gouda to The Hague, (or the train) one will see on the left the four mills belonging to the Tweemanspolder under Zevenhuizen, a gang of four mills which make a fine spectacle as seen from the road and which are still in good condition, although they are no longer regularly in working order.
Windmills have always played a great part in the life of Holland and its inhabitants. While at first they served to grind corn, to remove excess water from the low-lying districts, and to saw timber, thus making the country fit for human habitation and adding to habitable area, they developed - especially in the seventeenth century - into a most important factor in the social structure of those days. It is with increasing interest that one learns about this.
Although it can be said that windmills which can be compared with the Dutch windmills are to be found in other European countries as well (England, Belgium, France, Denmark, Germany, Finland), it has to be observed that their number is relatively small there. It is only in Holland that so many windmills are present in so small an area. These windmills moreover are in very reasonable, many of them even in excellent, condition and a considerable number of them are working regularly. There are windmills of the most varied types: drainage mills, corn mills, and industrial mills for all sorts of purposes.
Windmills form an important element in the Dutch landscape with its wide horizons, its glittering waters and big clouds floating overhead; without them we can hardly imagine this landscape, which is unique in the world.
For those who love windmills or just wantto know a little more about them: www.texva.com/holland/The Dutch Windmill.htm
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The tweemanspolder is almost 15 feet below sea level. A line of four windmills are to be seen, constructed in the 18th century to reclaim a peat bog.
Tweemanspolder Molen No.1 Build in 1730
Tweemanspolder Molen No.2 Build in 1729
Tweemanspolder Molen No.3 Build in 1792
Tweemanspolder Molen No.4 Build in 1722
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The world is in turmoil, that's for sure. But in this moment just before darkness falls a glimmer of light. A lighthouse enables us to get our bearings. To know where to go to avoid the rocky reefs that will surely sink our boats.
Today, more than ever in my lifetime, we need to get our societal bearings again. When all around is sinking sand, when the tempests of life become overwhelming, we need to lift our eyes to the hills, "from whence cometh our help" (as a very old Hebrew worship text says).
Whatever faith you have today, you will need it in the days ahead. There is a Light in the Darkness. There is an inner peace that is true tranquility.
Johann Gottfried Zinn (1727-1759) was a gifted and creative physician and botanist. He is best known for his precise and ground-breaking work on the anatomy of the human eye, and two muscle structures in the eye are named for him, the so-called Zonule of Zinn and Zinn's Circles. But he was also a botanist and the first to describe a Zinnia under the Latin descriptive Rudbeckia foliis oppositis. In Mexico whence the plant hails it was called 'mal de ojos', hard on the eyes because of its brightness.
Zinn and great Linnaeus had a lively correspondence. Among the many topics of their mutual interest was the 'movement' of plants such as that of Mimosa pudica. Zinn had experimented with that plant in order to understand its mechanism. Linnaeus had done the same and he expanded his experiments to the opening and closing of flowers. He found that such movement is often governed by the time of day. Thus he allowed for the construction of a so-called Horologium florae, a Flower Clock (1751), with flowers planted in such a way that you could tell time by their opening and closing.
Saddened by Zinn's early death, Linnaeus named the Rudbeckia his friend had so fully described: Zinnia.
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Life, like a marble block, is given to all,
A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,
Whence one with ardent chisel swift essays
Some shape of strength or symmetry to call;
One shatters it in bits to mend a wall;
One in a craftier hand the chisel lays,
And one, to wake the mirth in Lesbia's gaze,
Carves it apace in toys fantastical.
But least is he who, with enchanted eyes
Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be,
Muses which god he shall immortalize
In the proud Parian's perpetuity,
Till twilight warns him from the punctual skies
That the night cometh wherein none shall see.
By Edith Wharton (1862 - 1937)
Melting Ice...
February is always so cold and gloomy but not this year...a few weeks ago the weather was beautiful and sunny an untypically warm day for a drive to the Lake; a perfect time to take a leisurely walk along the lake shore, free from the hustle and bustle of typical weekend crowds.
This photo of a chunk of lake ice washed up on the shore, slowly shrinking away in the light of the warm winters sun... soon to be lost in the rocks and sand of the lake shore only to be reclaimed once again by the lake from whence it came..
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Genesis 3:23 King James Version (KJV)
23 Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken.
Looking down into the MacClaren River valley from the summit on the Denali Highway.
Looking north into the Alaska Range toward the MacClaren Glacier from whence comes the river that created this valley.
“Whence Came The Flowers”
“Who made the flow'rs? …. “ I," said the sun, Through many long hours, I made each one."… Poet: Wilhelmina Stitch
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I am but a driftwood
All but forgotten from whence I came
A place where once had a name
A time when all was good
I am but a driftwood
Set myself adrift
Currents they lift
Bearing their latent gifts
I move as they shift
I'd protest if only I could
I am but a driftwood
Over a body so vast
Over wrecks with broken masts
Spiteful winds howl with angered gusts
An eternity that would last
Eroding my integrity like it should
I am but a driftwood
Know not of where I'm headed
Render me hopeful but will me jaded
Pillaged and plundered
Looted and raided
Swallowed and spat out, ocean's food
I am but a driftwood
Lost and forlorn out at sea
Awaiting land that would receive me
Take me in like I'm meant to be
Give me your sand, bury me completely
Keep me in the safety of your hood
I am but a driftwood
I remember the place from whence I came
A faded dream with a name
Still drifting away from all that's good
l didn't know it at the time...but the couple you can see ahead took half an hour to get to were l was standing through the ankle deep mud...Generally it would take 3 minutes to get to me from where they were...when they arrived l was astounded to see they were both around 85 years old if a day, and were holding each other hands...Bless...we chatted for a while and they went on their merry way through the woods which was in an even muddier state than from whence they'd come, l gave them a 10 minute start and l followed them just incase one of them took a flyer and they needed help. Bless
When your head leans back slowly, and gazing eyes
Muse earnest upon mine and starry swim
With depths unfathomed that still well and rise,
And the words fail, and sight with love grows dim,
Whence comes that almost sadness, almost wound
Of joy, whose thoughts sink like the wearied flight
Of birds on seas, lost in love's deeps profound,
Inscrutable as odours blown through night?
We know not: and we know not whence love rose
Pouring its beauty over us, as the moon
On this dim garden rises, and none knows
Where she was wandering, those blind nights of June.
Hush, hush, the mystery of life is here:
Our sacred joy kisses our sacred fear.
" ... At that instant he saw, in one blaze of light, an image of unutterable conviction, the reason why the artist works and lives and has his being—the reward he seeks—the only reward he really cares about, without which there is nothing. It is to snare the spirits of mankind in nets of magic, to make his life prevail through his creation, to wreak the vision of his life, the rude and painful substance of his own experience, into the congruence of blazing and enchanted images that are themselves the core of life, the essential pattern whence all other things proceed, the kernel of eternity. ... "
from Of Time and the River
by Thomas Wolfe
Why should mankind believe in God?
The Answer from God's word:
God created all things, and so He makes all creation come under His dominion, and submit to His dominion; He will command all things, so that all things are in His hands. All creation of God, including animals, plants, mankind, the mountains and rivers, and the lakes—all must come under His dominion. All things in the skies and on the ground must come under His dominion. They cannot have any choice, and must all submit to His orchestrations. This was decreed by God, and is the authority of God. God commands everything, and orders and ranks all things, with each classed according to kind, and allotted their own position, according to God’s will. No matter how great it is, no thing can surpass God, and all things serve the mankind created by God, and no thing dares to disobey God or make any demands of God. And so man, as a creature of God, must also perform the duty of man. Regardless of whether he is the lord or ruler of all things, no matter how high man’s status among all things, still he is but a small human being under the dominion of God, and is no more than an insignificant human being, a creature of God, and he will never be above God. As a creature of God, man should seek to perform the duty of a creature of God, and seek to love God without making other choices, for God is worthy of man’s love.
from “Success or Failure Depends on the Path That Man Walks” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
God created this world and brought man, a living being unto which He bestowed life, into it. In turn, man came to have parents and kin and was no longer alone. Ever since man first laid eyes on this material world, he was destined to exist within the ordination of God. It is the breath of life from God that supports each living being throughout his growth into adulthood. During this process, none believe that man lives and grows up under the care of God. Rather, they hold that man grows up under the love and care of his parents, and that his growth is governed by the instinct of life. This is because man knows not who bestowed life or from whence it came, much less how the instinct of life creates miracles. Man knows only that food is the basis of the continuation of life, that perseverance is the source of existence of life, and that the belief in his mind is the wealth of his survival. Man does not feel the grace and provision from God. Man then squanders the life bestowed upon him by God…. Not one man whom God looks upon day and night takes the initiative to worship Him. God continues to work as He has planned on man for whom He holds no expectations. He does so in the hope that one day, man will awaken from his dream and suddenly comprehend the value and purpose of life, understand the cost at which God has given man everything, and know how fervently God longs for man to turn back to Him.
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