If I could sing, it would be lovely.
The War That Will End War.
We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories. . . And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone, but, the dog, like his master, is confused in his mind.
Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?
You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.
Women as a class have never subjugated another group; we have never marched off to wars of conquest in the name of the fatherland. We have never been involved in a decision to annex the territory of a neighboring country, or to fight for foreign markets on distant shores. These are the games men play, not us. We want to be neither oppressors nor oppressed. The women's revolution is the final revolution of them all.
It's very rare that I ever go and research a particular subject. Mostly I do serendipitous research, I read stuff, things spinning out of the page.
Sleeping is not something I do a lot of.
All sin is selfish, whether it be lying, cheating, stealing, immorality, covetousness, or idleness. Sin is for one's own ends, not for another's-certainly not for the Lord's ends.