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Maybe you need to look into the light for about 9/10 of a second.. I did something like that once.. so what if everything you believed was just plain WRONG..

was this the famed (or infamous, depending on one's opinion) corps graduation ring?

wouldn't suprise me. "here's da cost of da verd, keeds..." Did he put it back in, after passing it around? And the big question: where is it now? On rosie's mantle? questions, questions..

Like the last limb coordinator here I had the *pleasure* to have any dealings with.. His claim to fame was that learned in the corps, not to mix his bread and vegetables. Doing so would invite devils or something, and produce 000all kinds of gastro-intestinal disasters.. another *memorable* moment was the claim that drinking water would give one energy. How so? "well.. it's made up of hydrogen and oxygen. we know what happens when you put hydrogen and oxygen together.." I didn't even begin to argue.. I hear they promoted him.. regional coordinator or something.. has the mental capacity barely over that of a brick.. has a "big job" in da ministry.. but the most curious observation.. his wife was absolutely stunningly beautiful, and BRILLIANT. Maybe opposites attract.. who knows..

Sounds pretty logical to me.. I wonder if they will consume us area 51 nuts after preparing us like some kind of sushi, soaked in Bacardi's 151..

Lovelace knew how to program Babbages machine.. I think before anyone figured out a practical way to build one..

I don't know if I miss the fellowship.. I think more than that, I miss my family..

aye, aye aye..

True.. I generally try to rein it in though, use my provocative "powers" for the good of man.. sometimes I'm just trying to provoke a laugh.. people don't always take me the way I intend it.. Oh.. the roast. It's like Vegas. What happens at the roast generally stays at the roast.. or something like that.

Maybe we can convince Lilhawk to bring some more elderberry wine.. consume with caution, if there is such a thing..

Technology had to catch up with Babbage.. Now Ada Lovelace.. She died one of the worst deaths of the day..

We really need another wienie roast. No, we REALLY do.. Now, the one in Kentucky.. nobody got damaged, did they? I'll bring the gas fired expresso maker.. along with the Cabernet. I'll be an *innocent* bystander this time..

well.. there are "better" drugs. Just not entirely legal anymore.. I was at some kind of crisis in life.. and somebody suggested some kind of Buddhist meditation.. so I thought.. what the hay. Can't do a whole heck of a lot.. so I spend the few moments focusing on the energy coming out of an area a few inches or so above the belly button.. the results took about a week.. but it more than blew a couple of fuses.. then I was on a Quest. *what* happened to me.. heh. I asked everybody.. I didn't care what they thought about my current or lack of current mental state.. the nice lady with the finest education and degree said basically.. "dang happens" heh.. she had seen the same thing before. She ended up being more a guidance counsellor, than a therapist.. the lady who studied Kaballah said something like.. "we tell our people, don't look directly into the light, you'll get BURNED.." heh.. sowy. too late friend.. about 3/4 of a second was enough for me.. another fraction of a second, and I don't think I would have survived, in this current material form.. well.. they still let me roam the streets.. heh The really weird thing about all of this.. I am at peace. Anybody else who experienced anything like this.. I'd love to hear from you.. I hope I'm not the only one here..

how does one see it.. I don't know. I had something like that happen kinda by "accident".. but it really wasn't an accident. I was just ignorant enough to ask a question.. the only thing I can think or say.. *we* (or *I*) only give *them* (he, she, it.. whatever..) only at best the significance that I assign to *myself*.. I dunno.. does this make any sense, or do I need another glass of cabernet..

I thought of half a dozen sarcastic answers to this.. I'll spare you that.. what I think it comes down to.. one has to see something bigger than *them* or *him* or even oneself..

No kidding.. Interesting point about their possibilities of employment, after stffi.. preying on fear, what would the KIDS do.. where would they go.. "where else can you get these kind of RESOURCES.." You guys ARE parents, right? (not talking to you Pond :) ) I mean.. you have a bible or something, don't you? Concordance? You want your kids to believe that the dead aren't alive, or the Trinity.. or want them to know about the supposed "administrations".. etc. etc. etc.. I presume you have at least a bible and a brain.. why do you need a stinking corrupt organization to educate your kids??? "oh, they provide a backbone, an organized connection with da rest of the known world that believes like us.." You do have a phone, do you not? What about email? It just seems their rotten services are kinda overpriced.. ten percent or more of your income for what, to provide some kind of social structure?

um.. who is "we"? "we" use?

so.. besides all this minutiae.. what does the way, as an organization actually DO?

There were no special characters in the "original".. they were either cursive or manuscript. there was no difference between "God" or "god".. Somehow, I thought differentiation with capital letters were an invention of theology.. well, according to the class and all..

Which god? There's more than one ya know..

I'd still like to know. What is it exactly that the way, as an organization, DOES? Seems pretty simple and all.. "well.. we.. ahem. well.. we.. ahem. well...." I honestly think that is the best response I should expect..

EXACTLY what I thought.. they are doing NOTHING. Or worse.

I would suggest that you would not recognize one if you saw one..

Still didn't answer my question. What exactly are they DOING? Not talking, not "researching".. not imagining.. what are they DOING? You really don't know, do you..

soo.. did he actually DO it? Or did homosexuality remain in the inner sanctum of da way, where all he could do is cry and complain about it?