Thursday, August 29, 2019
Земля origen of Zembla
Russian[edit]
Etymology[edit]
From Proto-Slavic *zemľa, from Proto-Balto-Slavic *źemē, from Proto-Indo-European *dʰéǵʰōm.Pronunciation[edit]
Noun[edit]
земля́ • (zemljá) f inan (genitive земли́, nominative plural зе́мли, genitive plural земе́ль)Declension[edit]
Derived terms[edit]
- Но́вая Земля́ f (Nóvaja Zemljá)
- Зе́мли Луа́ры f (Zémli Luáry)
Cylanders II by Mg Roberts
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when the roll is called up yonder
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of his resurrection share;
When his chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Why the Problem of Pain Is a Problem
We all want to know why we have problems in our world. We all want the world to not cause us hurt. We are reminded of people who have died. This fills us with endless horror and pain. We could just try to live with our pain, but that is not how we can live. We humans feel that we have to cut ✂ our life down to small bits. When we cannot do this, we feel that we have to blame someone. We feel that God has let us down. God is always blamed here. Yet this also brings pain. God is good. Satan is bad. Everything ok comes from God. God can't do wrong. Yet we have horror with out end. To say that God is not involved is not possible, since God is everything. To say that God is not good I not possible, because God defines good. If God does not allow things, then they do not happen. It is to say that He is not powerful. Or that He is not good. Perhaps we could say that the problem is not with God, but with the fact that He doesn't follow Greek logic. Think on that.
The other problem is that we think that we can prescribe our way to others, that we can superimpose our hurt on others. We must call people who do such evil! Hurting people do not want answers. They want to cry, to just scream in pain. Let them do that. Do not try to give them answers.
alone by edgar allan poe
“Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
The Meaning of тоска
“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness."No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” - Vladimir Nabokov
Always Is Not 4Ever!
Exactly how long is forever? Exactly how long is always? Forever is something that does what it does as long as ever is. Always means something that lasts in all ways, and lasts ever. These terms are not the same. Also for always is also not the same thing as always, because it is now mediated by for, making it a duration.
Thursday, August 22, 2019
We are the Chosen Ones!
Trump the President has recently discovered that he is the Chosen One, which is a title that is usually used in some sort of Messiah sense of the word. It is a term that implies that one has entered into a cult of a few knowing persons, who, because of some ability or an other, have become destined to great things. We can think about Neo from the Matrix, or Darth Vader, or the two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve in Narnia, or even Like Skywalker. One can even think about Socrates or Adam, or Peter or the Buddha or Jesus. But Trump? And how does his job at working this out with China count as being something worthy of making him the Chosen One? Does he have an inflatable ego here? Perhaps, we have gotten it all wrong, and he does have some kind of a Chosen One Purpose to do, but I doubt it. It does make one think about how these Chosen Few have to suffer through fire 🔥 and ice 🍦 and slay dragons on some quest. Could Trumpy Bear Kill a dragon? Hmmm.....
The Divine Right of Kings by Edgar Allan Poe
Is Ellen King, and were she mine
I'd strive for liberty no more,
But hug the glorious chains I wore.
Her bosom is an ivory throne,
Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ;
No subject vice dare interfere,
To check the power that governs here.
O! would she deign to rule my fate,
I'd worship Kings and kingly state,
And hold this maxim all life long,
The King — my King — can do no wrong.
Sonnet—To Science by Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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