Did jesus exist?

 Yes. The overwhelming majority of historians agree that Jesus of Nazareth was a real historical person who lived in the first century CE.

There is strong historical consensus that:

• Jesus was a Jewish man who lived in Roman-controlled Judea.
• He was a religious teacher and preacher.
• He attracted followers.
• He was crucified under the Roman governor Pontius Pilate, probably around 30 CE.

The evidence includes:

• The Jewish historian , who refers to Jesus.
• The Roman historian , who records Jesus' execution under Pontius Pilate.

An important distinction: Historical evidence supports Jesus' existence, but it cannot establish that he was God, performed miracles, or rose from the dead. Those are matters of religious faith.

Sources: HISTORY – Historical Evidence for Jesus and Biblical Archaeology Society – Did Jesus Exist?.

Meaning in life

 What is your problem with people who want to have meaning in life? Why is this so problematic to everyone? So what if I want to have my own opinions? So what about this? Why does that hurt everyone so much? Why is truth not allowed to exist? Why does reality have to cowtail to others? Truth, not Trump! Not liberal nor conservative! Truth! Truth and reason and morality! 

Of the Dawn of Freedom by LOWELL.

 

Of the Dawn of Freedom

Careless seems the great Avenger;
History's lessons but record
One death-grapple in the darkness
'Twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne;
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow
Keeping watch above His own.

LOWELL.

inspired by something I heard

 I don't have a name

I don't have a name

Everybody wants to use me

Everybody wants to hurt me

I don't have a name.

They hurt me

I am hurt.

I hurt.

I don't have a name.

I don't have a name!

Dada poem

 I am so sorry for the burning of your priest.

I don't think that the only thing that matters is that the only thing that is awesome!👍

You mean that you don't have to worry about it online?

It was a great idea to be a good guy.

Good luck with your work!

Zero reason to get the value of the game.

X-Ray vision is not the X-Ray of the game or anything else that you can do.

What about the other guy who was in jail for a long period of life?

Yeah but it's not like you have seen him.

Unless you have seen him.

Or maybe you can do something Richard Nixon and then you can do something Richard Nixon and then you can do something Richard Nixon and he want with the government to make sense of the situation and the fact that you can do something Richard Nixon to be a Republican?

You should have been a good guy for a long period of life?

bug

 

Ten little grasshoppers.

 Ten little grasshoppers.

Ten little grasshoppers sitting on a vine,

One ate too much green corn and then there were nine;

Nine little grasshoppers swinging on a gate,

One fell off and then there were eight.

Eight little grasshoppers started off to heaven,

One lost his way and then there were seven.

Seven little grasshoppers lived between two bricks,

Along came a wind storm and then there were six.

Six little grasshoppers found a bee-hive,

One found a bumble-bee and then there were five.

Five little grasshoppers playing on the floor,

Pussycat passed by that way and then there were four.

Four little grasshoppers saw a green pea,

They tried to eat it and then there were three;

Three little grasshoppers longed for pastures new,

A turkey gobbler saw them and then there were two ;

Two little grasshoppers sitting in the sun,

A little boy went fishing and then there was one;

One little grasshopper left all alone,

He tried to find his brothers and then there was none.

This little pig went to market. — Tileston, Mary Wilder : Sugar and Spice.

A BOOK AND A CHILD By William L. Stidger

 A BOOK AND A CHILD

By William L. Stidger

He who gives a child a hook Gives that child a sweeping look Through its pages Down the ages;

Gives that child a ship to sail Where the far adventures hail Down the sea Of destiny;

Gives that child a vision, wide As the skies where stars abide;

Clear and bright Through the night;

Gives that child great dreams to dream, Sunlit ways that flash and gleam Where the sages Tramp the ages.

From I Saw God Wash the World, Copyright by the author.

Before you decide to do something

 Before you decide to do something, do you ever think about the fact that there are some who may disagree with you? Do you think about how it will affect those who disagree with you? Do you allow others to disagree with you, or do you try to stop them from doing so? Think long and hard about that! Do you ever think about the fact that children may find out about what you want? their finding out may take away innocence? Do you really want to be guilty of that? Innocence must be preserved above all things. Are you sure that what you want is worth it?

what are people living for?

what are people living for? what gives to my life its meaning? I want to believe that i matter for something? not really all that much. the powers that be want us to be content with our own little existences. why do we not have meaning in life? because we would rather be slaves to our own little bitty passions and desires, because we, by nature love that dopamine rush that comes from getting everything that we want. That is what matters, not morals, at least that is what matters to us. if we start questioning the narrative, if we should learn how to care, to truly have any real concern for people other than our own desires, then we would see how we are being manipulated and we would fight back against it, and the higher ups do not want that

WHEN MOTHER READS ALOUD

 WHEN MOTHER READS ALOUD

When mother reads aloud, the past

Seems real as every day; I hear the tramp of armies vast, I see the spears and lances cast,

I join the thrilling fray; Brave knights and ladies fair and proud I meet, when mother reads aloud.

When mother reads aloud, far lands

Seem very near and true; I cross the desert's gleaming sands, Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands,

Or sail the ocean blue; Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud, I scale, when mother reads aloud.

When mother reads aloud, I long

For noble deeds to do — To help the right, redress the wrong; It seems so easy to be strong,

So simple to be true. Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd My eyes, when mother reads aloud!

Author Unknown