Near Misses that still make me shudder

During college, I was foolishly - although having fun at the time - taking a ride up a hill on my bicycle by holding on to the side of my friend's car. I had done it a few times, and had grown comfortable in doing it. In fact, I assume I had grown cocky and complacent about the danger of it. For one day, with his window down, my handlebar got caught on his door. It made my bike twist and flip, with my body doing the same. I went down to the ground, slamming my palms and face onto the pavement. I got up right away and hurried to my dorm out of embarrassment and humiliation. And to this day, when I think about how close I came to getting run over by my friend's wheels, I shudder.

More Near Misses to come...

The Danger of Blogging

As I write this blog, and read your blog, we grow increasingly at risk of becoming ingrown in our development and discovery. After I read your blog, I write my blog. And then as you read my blog, you write your own blog. Where do our insights and ideas find opportunities and outlets to become fresh and new? With the advent of blogging, its popularity will actual serve to stifle it. As we become more and more dependent on each other's words, our own writings will gradually come to look more and more like each other's. We will inadvertently slip into blogging on our own blogs as we blog on one another's blogs. We will eventually become commentators of commentators because our blogs will simply become the ruminations of our own blogs, as we rely solely on each other's blogs for insight and inspiration. As we turn more and more to blogging, and reading blogs, more will our blogging simply come to mirror the very blogging we are trying to blog. Finally, all of blogdom will look the same. Like trying to look into the mirror of a barber's two-walled mirror barbershop, we end up looking into the reflection of our own reflection. Like trying to find your way out of the woods when you're lost, you keep ending up where you started - going around and around in circles. Around and around and around and around and around...nothing new, nothing fresh, delusions and illusions of something original without anything to say otherwise. Even this very post is simply a reflection of itself: blogging. Blogging about blogging. As its nature dictates, this post models what is being said. It epitomizes itself. Brilliant!

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There was, in the ancient myths, a place called Earth...

There was, in the ancient myths, a place called Earth. Now to speak of the fabled Earthlings who dwelled thereupon is beyond all question a tragic tale, for they wanted nothing more than to be happy, but their inability in this regard surpassed even this desire. Yet they were in all regards the most absurd of all possible creatures, for their favorite of activities was to do just those things which made them less happy, and then invent a multitude of clever reasons as to why these activities, in reality, were doing just the opposite. They had been entrusted by their perplexingly patient Master with the gift of truth, which if they followed, would make them happy, but truth was too simple to be of any good: it just meant doing what Master told them, and anything that fell so far beneath their own brilliant ideas surly could not be of that much value. Among them were always those who possessed what was called wisdom, and they continually urged their fellow earthlings to abandon their quest and simply accept happiness without trying to invent it for themselves, but still more clever reasons were invented as to why this suggestion was altogether worthless. The problem was, everybody really knew that truth and wisdom were right. To this they would respond that un-wisdom was just as right, but that never completely made sense. That was their problem; they could not escape the nagging idea that things needed to make sense.
Then they invented psychology. It was very much like wisdom, although better, because it always agreed with their own ideas. What better solution could possibly exist: they could have truth, without having to worry about whether it was true! The problem in the first place, you see, was that truth had always been so strangely centered on what Master said; it was almost as though he thought that he knew more about what they needed than they themselves did. Psychology (which, by the way, was a gift given by one of their greatest prophets of un-wisdom before he made his departure in the customary cigar shaped box), was not the least bit concerned with what Master said, it was only concerned with themselves. Not only that, but Master’s messages, delivered by his rag-tag following of eccentrics who so shamelessly advertised truth, were always tremendously discouraging. All that they ever seemed to say was that the earthlings had messed things up most terribly, and that they were bound for certain doom and much greater unhappiness if they did not take his warnings seriously enough to throw out un-wisdom and psychology and accept the truth he wanted them to have. And he even had the audacity to suggest that this offer was somehow merciful; that they had all been very disobedient and that they really deserved to be stomped out forever and to be more unhappy yet than they were, and that the only escape from this fate was through a most painful sacrifice made by Master himself. They could only marvel at the absurd antics that Master went through to try to get them to follow truth and reason and all his other irrelevant notions. It was all such a waste: even if they wanted it, a plan like that could never really work! It was far to objective and not nearly symbolic and experience-oriented enough to be of any actual merit. And besides, giving up their freedom to invent their own idea of what was best for them was an awfully high price to pay for cheap fire insurance...

BY: Micah Carpenter

I am Superman! (but I've always known that!)

...Ney, you are SUPERMAN: 90%
I am mild-mannered, strong, and like to help people.
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A Dream

When we held each other close
for those brief moments last night,
I could have sworn I was in heaven.

I closed my eyes and thought of how;
how wonderful it would be
To never again have to let go.

To walk, to run, to have you by my side...
to look at you, to laugh with you,
To even cry with you...
...is it but a dream?

In those passing moments
everything felt so right...
To hold you close; to know you're there,
to hold you oh so tight.

I sat in my car, and turned the key
and watched you leave my sight.
My heart sunk low, 'cause deep within
I feel like I know,
That we belong...
...together.

Copyright ©2006 Bry...

I am the Incredible Hulk! (but I've always known that!)

Bry..., you are HULK: 80%
I am a wanderer with amazing strength.
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Fwarsh!

What I say everytime I anticipate or watch the light change color.

Fwarsh! It's gonna turn red!!! NO!

Fwarsh! Turn green!!! Do It! DO IT NOW!!!

Fwarsh! It's turning to red; I gotta slow down now...I'm not gonna make it through in time.

Fwarsh! It's turning greeeennn! Yipppppeeeeeee!!! Here I gooo!!!

Our Spiritual Anesthetic

Have you ever been numbed? Well, I have! But I'm afraid the church suffers with a much greater numbing. I looked up what anesthesia means: it is loss of body sensation. Ya know what that means??...when the anesthesiologist puts you under, the anesthetic they use prevents your body from feeling the warning signs of harm being done to your body. Our comfortable living is the church's anesthetic - our spiritual anesthetic, preventing us from feeling the Spirit.

I say, Is this all there is to life in Christ? Are we that convinced that we're livin' it? I would say that, comfort sure is a great anesthetic! I read what anesthesia is: it is loss of body sensation. Yup, that sounds about right; that sums it up pretty good. Our comfortable living has caused us to lose any spirit sensation. Our Spiritual Anesthetic: Comfortable Living.