

AngerAs I write, unimaginable suffering stands ready to burst forth onto hundreds of lives . Not just Hundreds of young children, victims of a conflict they neither understand nor care for; but also dozens of young Chechens, driven by hatred to be potential child murderers. Not just death, too: for those left outside remains unsufferable agony, whatever the outcome of the siege; for any inside who survive, indelible mental scars.Anger
Perhaps the hostages will be saved. But that will have its own cost: dozens of wasted young Chechen lives, and the seeds of yet bigger anger in the Chechen population.
Or perhaps the unthinkable


Godless Morality"You atheists - you're all immoral hedonists." "How's that?" "Well, if you don't believe in God then there's no right or wrong." "Really? How does that work? Does God tell you what's right?" "Yes" "But can't we atheists work out what's right? Wouldn't we then do exactly what your God tells us?" "No. Only God can say what is Right." "So whatever God says is Right. But then it's not Right, is it? It's what God tells us to do. It has no independent quality of 'Rightness'"Godless Morality
This problem is the crippling flaw in the idea that morality requires religious belief. Either there's an objective crite


LifeMore Happiness than you can Hope for,Life
More Joy than you can Show,
More Blessings than you can Celebrate And more Love than you can Know
More Pain than you can Endure, More Agonies than you can Abide, More Suffering than you can Carry, And more Tragedy than you can Survive
More Mysteries than you could Imagine, More Colours than you could Conceive, More Brilliant than you'd Realise, And More Beautiful than you'd Believe


If we were girls...ME:"I wish I could see a picture of myself sometime and not cringe" FRIEND:"Lol" [5 second gap] FRIEND:"Sorry, if we were girls I would say something supportive there" ME:"no problem" FRIEND:"Like "Oh no babe, you look lovely"" ME:""No, you look gorgeous!"" [simultaneous with friend] ME:"LOL" FRIEND:"LOL"If we were girls...


The Arestia Of ParisThe Arestia of ParisThe Arestia Of Paris
LOVE: Sing, Goddess, Paris’ love, Brazen and beautiful and foolhardy, that cost the Trojans
Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls
Of heroes into Hades’ dark, And left their bodies to rot as feasts For dogs and birds, as Zeus’ will was done. Begin with Paris’ bitter words to Fairest Helen as the two of them watched the Argive army First plunge into battle without their Achilles:
“Ah, Helen, my love, Behold this senseless slaughter. Open your eyes To it, Helen, see how the hands of good men Run scarlet


Sunday Morning, Before...Sunday Morning, Before You Told MeSunday Morning, Before...
City ordinance #1911.133 Prohibits dogs from barking On Sunday morning. It's that time when everything looks Too bright And any coffee brewed this morning Will taste like the best coffee ever made. Getting up, I exercise every joint In a luxurious, elaborate stretch. Through the window The streets look well-rested, almost indulgent. My neighborhood resembles a life-size model Of a model neighborhood, Too perfect and serene For even Norman Rockwell to enhance. I decide to remember this image forever:
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Aspire to be yourself.
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