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We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God read more
We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God if he appeared within us. -Unknown.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. -Ziggy.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. -Ziggy.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil read more
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil Williams.
The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. -Martha Washington.
The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. -Martha Washington.
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.
To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from read more
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.