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From C.S. Lewis's "Myth Became Fact," God in the Dock


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Today my mood was a little more depressed again. I suppose it's my body seeking homeostasis. I now despise myself as a selfish craven ( Read more... )

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Watching Cranford I was reminded of this Scottish song, which appears in the miniseries. I had only heard the chorus before, and I loved the sound of it, so I looked up the lyrics.
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I think I've been so busy trying to learn to do things that I haven't taken time to learn to be. To be someone, a person, myself. I realized I was no one, and that if I was no one I was nothing, and if I was nothing I could do nothing, so I did nothing. My actions were consistent with who I felt myself to be. It's that horrible emptyness inside me ( Read more... )

The moon is visible from my window. And a couple of lovers, two dark silhouettes, on the alley street down below, stop to kiss leaning against the building wall, in the shadow of it, but I can see their figures embrace and her hand is about his neck. I feel like a spy so I look up at the moon. I hear a street door, I look down and see a crack of ( Read more... )

"Last updated 3 days ago." Three days! It seems like an age. Yet what has happened? Not much, I'm afraid. Now my feeling of depression is a little eased, my ADD decides to go haywire. My thoughts are disperse, and it is hard to catch them, string two together. I'm so tired, all I want to do is sleep all day, but when I lie down at night I cannot ( Read more... )

Yet again, trying to avoid working on my paper. I've taken my Religion in Ancient Egypt book, notebook, and folder with my assignment description and articles, and set them on the table. I checked all my webcomics and some more, checked the dating website, checked some livejournal profiles. Walk around, lean on walls, sigh. My body is weary of me, ( Read more... )

THE PILGRIMAGE
by George Herbert

I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay
                              My expectation.
             A long it was and weary way.
             The gloomy cave of Desperation
I left on th'one, and on the other side
                              The rock of Pride.

And so I came to Phansies medow strow'd
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