If God is dead, you killed Him.



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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Monday, October 01, 2007  
The ears are feeding on William Fitzsimmons - When I Come Home/Funeral Dress

When Israel went out from Egypt,
the house of Jacob from a people of strange language,
Judah became His sanctuary,
Israel His dominion.

The sea looked and fled;
Jordan turned back.
The mountains skipped like rams,
the hills like lambs.

What ails you, O sea, that you flee?
O Jordan, that you turn back?
O mountains, that you skip like rams?
O hills, like lambs?

Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob,
who turns the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of water.

16:55

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