“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Thursday, September 5, 2019
stop worrying about whether your side wins
we should stop worrying about whether our side wins. what matters is whether humanity wins. we should stop worrying about whether the side that we like is the one that is victorious. we should instead worry about whether it is Jesus Christ that is victorious. people are crying. don't you care about their tears. unborn babies are dieing. don't you care about their blood? we are guilty. we have no room to judge anybody other than ourselves. give up and care about others.
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