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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
If you are what you eat, I am the filling of a chicken pie
The ears are feeding on Showbread - So Selfish It's Funny
BACK TO OLD SCHOOL ON TUESDAY: I might not make it out alive, but hopefully Jo's "sanity" and Chris' incessant elbow-pinching will help me survive the Amazonian and other creatures I might not be entirely stoked to see. (Nothing against Amazonians, really. Just a particular one who rubbed me the wrong way, kind of like a broken matchstick.)
My brother has been completely enthralled by Dr Dino's findings and even incorporated a wealth of creation/scientific/anti-evolutionistic facts in his sermon this morning. Which, I must say, was an outstanding one because this line in The Great Divorce suddenly held true to my own life:
"Do you really think there are no sins of intellect?"
I'm not saying I'm the most brilliant person around, but I've had my fair share of questioning God and all the trivialities of defending the existence of God. HE IS. I'm also done with rationalising, storing up useless information in my brain (almost like Matthew 6:19-21 because it only makes me more discontent and critical). I don't mean that finding out core truths of the Bible and God is absolutely irrelevant - there's just a very fine line between trusting God and trying to feed the devil's want of me doubting God. And I'm fed up with it. So that's how today was. A very good one. :-)
Chris came by church this afternoon and mourned the death of chickencootiepower. Meg and I then reminisced our superduper airheaded days... Go figure that that's when I was physically attending a school. So I really like seeing all these retarded mementos from the past to remind me how much I've grown since then. Granted, Meg and I are rather retarded at our core of hyperness (six years ago: "I'M FLYING!! I'M FLYING!!" *flaps arms*) but when it boils down to what really matters, we know how to take things seriously. And more often than not word-vomit is only induced after excessive caffeine/chocolate/sugar/cake/lamb/socialising.
Also, I'm pretty sure people around me would definitely like to clarify that I'm still really... silly (a diplomatic word to use), but just not so much on this shortruth thing. You'll have to meet me to know what they mean. Mike was also kind enough to tell me I am "a breath of crazy, deranged and distracted air in an otherwise boring world" which I have chosen to take as a compliment, because it's better that way.
Anywho.... I'm done typing, I have just realised how much I miss journalling. I will listen to Norma Jean/mewithoutYou/With Honor and bleed my words out. Booyah!!
Kidding. Here are pictures from the past few days, weeks, today, hours, whatever. Sorry about the repetition, but, well, there isn't much to take around here.
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