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I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other. The probability of seperate worlds meeting is very small. The lure is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

Be humble, for you are made of earth. Be noble, for you are made of stars.

If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.

George Bernard Shaw

#education

All this will not be finished in the first 100 days, nor will it be finished in the first 1000 days, nor in the life of this administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

John F. Kennedy

Dear Millie,

"The first ten seconds sets the tone for the next ten years."

Thank you.

Love,

Supernudo

Shoulders

"Even when we think that we see farther than our predecessors, we should remember that it is only because we are sitting on their shoulders." - RIchard Elliott Friedman, Who Wrote the Bible?

"If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants." - Isaac Newton

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance in what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for." - Hebrews 11:1-2

forever

#my man #barbra streisand #funny girl

In the biblical world, however, the most common type of sacrifice was for meals. The apparent rationale was that if humans wanted to eat meat they had to recognize that they were taking life. They could not regard this as an ordinary act of daily secular life. It was a sacred act ...

Richard Elliott Friedman, Who Wrote the BIble?

#eucharist

by Yehuda Amichai

From the scroll of Esther, I filtered out the sediment Of coarse joy, and from the book of Jeremiah The wailing of pain in your guts. And from The Song of Songs, the endless search Of love, and from Genesis The dreams and Cain, and from Ecclesiastes The despair, and from the Book of Job, Job. And from the leftovers, I pasted together a new Bible for myself. I live censored, pasted, limited, in peace.

One woman asked me yesterday in a dark Street about the health of another woman Who died before her time, or anybody's time. In great weariness I answered: She's fine, she's fine.

#the reality of the word #thank you professor linafelt #intro to bib lit #poe(tree)