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Darwinism: A Creation Myth For Biologists! |
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The paradigm is shifting, the evidence is gathering, |
The Scientific Case For Intelligent Input |
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My only purpose in writing this web site is to have fun and keep myself
amused. There's probably nothing I can tell you that you don't already
know, or can find out easily if you want to. I used to believe that we
find ourselves here on this earth with no purpose and that it is up to
us to give meaning to our lives. I still believe that, more or less.
But I'm beginning to feel that there must be a deeper level of
explanation since this world in which we live is assembled with such a
remarkable ingenuity that I cannot accept it as an incidental quirk of
nature or a random, purposeless event. I am beginning to believe that
each of us is here to plant a seed. As a teacher for 33 years, and the
parent of 4 wonderful children, a little bit of me lives on in each of them.Therefore, I will never die...
And whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I
find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and
especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from
deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then, I account it high time to get out
my Bruce Springsteen
albums as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. (Apologies to Herman Melville!)
"There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact, it's all dark"
Big Bang: A Creation Myth For Cosmologists! |
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"I only wish that I was young again. I do not accept my fate gracefully. I resent every day that passes. I see nothing in my future but pain, sickness and death. I am just waiting each day for the next horrible thing that will happen to me. I cannot be saved. It is too late. I have only my dreams to keep me alive. I am walking along the beach, with the ocean waves dancing at my feet, with the blood-red sun setting on the horizon. I am walking on the street in a quiet New England village with snow gently falling and the smell of wood burning in the hearths. I look into the warm, peaceful homes and I see the families gathered around the dinner table. I am sitting under a large oak tree in a summer pasture, filled with wildflowers and buzzing with insects. I am with a young lady and we are having a picnic. I am young and strong and handsome, and I am hopelessly in love. I want to sing, to dance, to recite poetry, to listen to music. There is no anger, no hatred, no envy, no pride, no sorrow, no fear. I am at peace and time is standing still, frozen in a great crystal of beauty. I want to be here forever, because I am young and happy and free". |
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I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . . |
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| Sensation On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass: In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I shall let the wind bathe my bare head |
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul; And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy, Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman. |
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| Gail at Zion (Weeping Rock) | Gail at North Rim of Grand Canyon | Gail at Magdalen Islands (Quebec) |
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