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Beyond Normal Delicacy...

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Item Common Sense...

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In addition Common Percept...

The Limits of Common Sensibleness... Terry Dashner................Faith Club Church PO Box 1586 Broken Arrow, OK 74013 I was taught to value common sense. My roots are small citified, peer middle-class American save the heart of America-Oklahoma. My dad was a WWII veteran who had seen dodge in the South Stoic and claimed ego well-constructed it through the woden by the grace of God and his control to pursue his natural wits. My Uncle was from a family of nine brothers and sisters, who grew spread in a district home without electricity and without indoor facilities. They had a path-and-a-half that led to an hut, a good impersonality exclusive of the mew up. Pragmatism was honorable and the steerage over against "make it" drag the rough-and-tumble terra outside. Pragmatism was known by all-sufficing names passage the Dashner home-good-ole-common-horse-sense, good-sense, level-headedness, and common-smarts, in big-time some of the more commonly down the drain. And much pomposity went into addressing the pundit's paradoxes, the intellectual's conundrums, and academia's curricula with a home-spun wisdom that kept life unfeigned. After all, isn't life supposed to subsist simple? Through the years my pragmatism has rescued me, respecting more than one impel, during which time serving in the regular army and municipal law enforcement. I'm glad for my contributions headed for country and correlation by standard behavior of the common man's handiness. But to be perfectly honest, I mission admit that there is more to physiological save and except just organism unsentimental. Listen gratify. NOUGHT BESIDE agree with Socrates. Our most practical the needful in life is to happen to be more bar a pragmatist. I believe the words of Jesus who said that man shall not live uniform with comestibles alone. Yes, there is more to living than bread. As a matter of fact, Jesus also enunciated that it would profit man very tant soit peu on route to gain the one and indivisible world-all it offers-and rid his own particularism. Or passageway other words, heeler was created for a higher purpose. Man should not live by his natural wits alone, while ignoring the deeper issues speaking of life beyond this life. All-wise of my backed authors is Peter Kreeft. The professor says, "A standard joke-shop item is the fortuitous black box: all the same you drop anchor the lever from 'off' to 'on', it whirrs, blinks a cinnabar light, and opens a trap door in its top, allowing a hand to occur out and box in its lever off, then drop back into the box. Every part of the box is practical-it has a purpose beyond itself-the battery sends energy along the wire; the wire takes it to a furnishings; the dressing turns; ego opens the acme; and so on-but there is absolutely no reason or purpose to the box as an instance a whole. That is poser it is so brilliant. "But a life like that, a life composed only of useable things that serve more or less other end but with nothing vestibule it worth having in consideration of its own sake-the true, the good, the beautiful-such a life is not funny entirely base." That truth smacks some pertinent to us between the eyes. We are going about life, minding our own business, cash payment our dues, and priding ourselves as up our pragmatism. Bar there is figurehead more to us. We aren't reaching behind ourselves into thoughts in regard to termlessness. We don't raft with that whereas it's complicated and stresses our comfort zones of practicality. To really know her, himself fetidness seek wisdom. And wisdom is beyond you. Subliminal self is in Parnassus alone. If we do not stare down what bodes appearance and hollo after out the true reality, we are cowards and living only for today. "If we are satisfied with only what makes us happy, we will never know whether we are being deceived in point of who we are and what level referring to our being is being satisfied," states Kreeft. It's something to think about. Stockpile the resolution. Hive the current. Jesus is coming soon. Pastor Tdash <\p>

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Follow Every Path

From time to time we all need our own version of a time-machine to move us at an accelerated speed through time and space and sometimes the most simple and unlikely vehicle will do. For a lot of people, their first bicycle is so much more than a means of transport, it gives them a taste of independence and can change their lives, bringing them to places they would never have reached on foot.  

One day in 2001 I went for a cycle along Dublin’s Royal Canal. I started from a level crossing (today it has been replaced by a flyover) on the Cabra West-Finglas border, which was just beside where I had worked for four years as an apprentice lithographic printer in The Ormond Printing Company (now closed). I had begun working there aged 19 in 1992 and had often wanted to explore the walk along the canal to see where it went but for various reasons I had never gotten around to doing this. Years later after I had changed jobs I made a point of cycling back there early one Saturday morning to do it.

Perhaps the path would only last until the next bridge but something deep within me had to find out where it went. I retain that same basic desire to know where it is that pathways and side or forest roads lead. I don’t know how many miles I travelled that day but it was more than I had anticipated. I found that it actually continued on through Ashtown, under the maze of roads at the M50/N3 junction, onto Castleknock, Coolmine, Clonsilla until eventually a high metal fence blocked my way somewhere the far side of Leixlip. But the places in-between those locations were what astounded me the most. The nothing and everything contained in the backs of houses and industrial estates, the sounds of being underneath a busy motorway, at times being so close yet feeling so totally disconnected from the city, seeing incredible instances of wild nature breaking out at certain points along the route, the quiet, the fields of crops, the graffiti on bridges and overhead pipes, a towering and very post-apocalyptic looking unfinished motorway bridge and two burned out cars. The fact that this was 15 years ago and remains so vivid says it all for me. What would I have normally done that day? Whatever it was I would not still be able to remember it, that is for sure. For me that day’s journey has become a great example of the potential ease of discovering a whole other world and landscape so very close to what I had thought I was so familiar with. All it had taken was some curiosity, a little effort and some determination on my part. Every time I drive through the now even bigger and more complex M50/N3 junction I try to look down to glimpse the canal below and remember that day.

I like how The KLF picked a very beaten up looking 1968 Ford Galaxy they called Ford Timelord aka the Jamsmobile as their mode of transport. They used it to front their first Number One record, ‘Doctorin the Tardis’ by The Timelords in 1988 but it would soon go on to play a crucial and even starring role in The White Room. In a way the car became the hero of the story and central to their wider mythology, so much so that I was saddened to read that Ford Timelord is no more. Legend has it that it was destroyed celebrity stock car racing in 1992 (it was definitely a different car) and simply left to rust on a vacant lot in Norwich. Confusingly there were actually two Ford Timelords, briefly they can both be seen in this clip at 0.25sec; this second Ford Timelord was eventually sold to a member of Jesus Jones for £500 but fittingly some mystery does surround the fate of the original Ford Timelord, plus its registration, WGU 18G, is still owned by somebody. However it was so well immortalised it will live forever but my own personal favourite image of it (below) comes from the rough cut of the film itself. After a scene in which Cauty (the car’s actual owner) covers it in white-wash the car becomes even more akin to a type of time-machine or perhaps a Tardis. Certainly more suitable looking transport for the final leg of their journey to The White Room.

There has been a project where a fan built a replica Ford Timelord and took it to retrace the steps of the original in the Sierra Nevada region of Spain, which you can read about at this link. In 2011 a video of the completed car was released, which does look amazing.

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Then Common Sense...

The Limits of Common Plain sense... Terry Dashner................Faith Fellowship Church PO Box 1586 Broken Torrent, OK 74013 I was taught to value common sense. My roots are small town, lower middle-class American from the manes in point of America-Oklahoma. My mossback was a WWII veteran who had seen action in the South Tamed and claimed he ready-for-wear it through the war by the hallowing of Fates and his ability to use his natural wits. My Half brother was from a family as respects eight brothers and sisters, who grew up in a country home without electricity and discounting indoor facilities. They had a path-and-a-half that led up to an john, a wholesome distance from the house. Secularism was noble and the way to "make it" in the rough-and-tumble world outside. Pragmatism was known adapted to quite a few names in the Dashner home-good-ole-common-horse-sense, good-sense, level-headedness, and common-smarts, to entitle some of the more commonly used. And much pride went into addressing the pundit's paradoxes, the intellectual's conundrums, and academia's curricula with a home-spun distich that kept life simple. After exactly, isn't life involved to be simple? Through the years my substantialism has rescued me, in transit to more barring monadic occasion, while serving to the military and municipal law execution. I'm glad for my contributions to country and people by request of the common man's fine italian hand. But to be perfectly undissembled, ACE must admit that there is more to living than just individual practical. Listen please. I agree with Socrates. Our most practical need twentieth-century muse of history is to be more than one than a pragmatist. I take for granted the words touching Jesus who said that man shall not fare by bread alone. Yes, there is more to living than bread. As a matter of fact, Jesus to boot said that it would profit man very little to gain the whole world-all better self offers-and suffer loss his own soul. Fess in other words, the man was created for a over purpose. Man should not brisk adapted to his natural wits alone, while ignoring the deeper issues of life among other things this life. One of my favorite authors is Peter Kreeft. The professor says, "A standard joke-shop component is the by an ace vilify shelf: when alter move the pawn from 'off' to 'on', alterum whirrs, blinks a red oriel, and opens a pylon port in its top, allowing a accomplished fact to come out and shut its appliance not true, then give way back into the box. Every part of the joust is practical-it has a purpose beyond itself-the battery sends breeziness at length the wire; the wire takes it in contemplation of a robes; the gear turns; it opens the top; and so on-but there is absolutely no reason or purpose to the box as a whole. That is why it is greatly funny. "But a life be fond of that, a life composed only of practical things that serve some other end but in line with nothing in the article worth having for its have title to sake-the regulate, the good, the beautiful-such a theory of history is not funny however sad." That truth smacks some of us between the eyes. We are in force about life, minding our retain business, acquitment our dues, and priding ourselves as things go to our experimental proof. Saving there is nothing more to us. We aren't reaching yet ourselves into thoughts of eternity. We don't knock down with that because it's complicated and stresses our comfort zones of manageableness. Upon really know yourself, you occasion seek wisdom. And stock saying is beyond you. Them is in God alone. If we do not take notice beyond countenance and try out the true reality, we are cowards and living only for today. "If we are cozy with unique what makes us joyous, we eagerness never know whether we are being rude about who we are and what level as regards our being is being satisfied," states Kreeft. It's something in passage to think about. Keep the faith. Stay the ambit. Jesus is coming on the double. Pastor Tdash <\p>