The function of Theology? The recitation of the incomprehensible by the unspeakable to pick the pockets of the unthinking.
quote by Robert Anton Wilson

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What has 'theology' ever said that is of the smallest use to anybody? When has 'theology' ever said anything that is demonstrably true and is not obvious? What makes you think that 'theology' is a subject at all?
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Let us put theology out of religion. Theology has always sent the worst to heaven, the best to hell.
quote by Robert Green Ingersoll

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The Poetry In Us
it is not
in the metaphors that
we invent from
day to day
those that we see
in things that
we dress for ourselves
those that we
think can speak what is
unspeakable in
our beings
which in any way no matter
what we do
remain unspeakable
because they are.
the poetry in us
is not the poem.
do not ask me
it is nothing.l
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Before Vatican II, in theology, as in other areas, the discipline was fixed. After the council there has been a revolution - a chaotic revolution - with free discussion on everything. There is now no common theology or philosophy as there was before.
quote by Godfried Danneels

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John Paul II made it clear that... liberation theology based on the teaching of Jesus Christ was necessary, but liberation theology that used a Marxist analysis was unacceptable.
quote by Claudio Hummes

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Unspeakable
All I wanna say to you
Oh yeah!
I was unfeeling
when you discovered me
Give me a reason
To not deny my needs
I was unwilling
to give my love away
But you decided
To give yours anyway
Oh I can't express
The feeling I posses for you baby
All I wanna say to you is na na na na
Unspeakable
All I wanna say to you
Words can't describe it
All I wanna say to you is na na na na
Unspeakable
All I wanna say to you
Words can't define
Unspeakable
Mmmh
song performed by by Ace Of Base from Da Capo

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Before A Gripping Hand Can Affix To It
I was told as a child,
That money did not grow on trees.
And as soon as I accepted the concept,
Of earning it...
I don't have it in my pockets long enough,
To get familiar with its presence.
If someone was to attempt to pick my pockets,
I am sure they would ask for tips...
As to how I have managed to survive,
On a fixed income...
That comes to go before I am aware of it.
And I appear as if i am the 'king' of abundance.
It's like this...
If something comes to go,
Before a gripping hand can affix to it to identify...
It becomes like a memory embellished.
And as time moves on to go by,
That which is embellished becomes one's reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Owners of Pockets Full and Deep
It is incomprehensible to perceive,
Those born and taught to be thieves...
Would have giving hearts for anyone to believe,
They would rush to the aid of others seeking...
Opportunities.
Or share a piece of a stolen pie.
Those who have created for themselves abundance,
Did not do so...
Crawling and clawing their way through tons,
Of grit and grim or mud of any kind.
Those stories may be told...
To deceive enchanted by good fiction.
However,
Those who are the owners of pockets full and deep...
Usually are not graduates of a nine to five.
And rarely have they received,
An abundance that they hoard...
Based on philosophies of sharing with their fellowman.
Folks like these are out to get as much as they can,
While keeping it out of the hands of others.
And that is the nature of a mind,
Nurtured on materialistic feeding.
What one like this gets...
Is meant to tease others in need.
Owners of pockets full and deep,
Pay to ensure...
Those unconscious,
Are kept to stay unaware in a sleep.
With the dangling of carrots...
Far out of their reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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If it wasn't for pick-pockets I'd have no sex life at all.
quote by Rodney Dangerfield

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Pick It Up Or Be Gone
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Don't try to imitate,
Homemade cake.
Oh no.
And don't ever try to duplicate,
A delicious taste.
Or...
Butter up faked mashed potatos.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
Oooow.
Pick it up or be gone.
Yeah.
Pick it up or be gone.
Now...
Pick it up or be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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There Must Be A Reason
there must be a reason for everything
a reason for sadness and joy
a reason for depression and recovery
of the senses
a reason for laughter and tears
a reason for leaving and meeting
a reason for grieving and celebrating
there must be a reason for all these
but for the meantime that i am having
this little fun with you
this drink of beer
and little silly talks about failures
and broken dreams
a little variety
a shying away from harsh realities
talks about other people's miseries
let me forget first about reasons
either for anything or everything
let me feel how is it to be unreasonable
unexplainable and
unfathomable
let me unbreak what i made whole
let me speak the unspeakable
let me forget the grounds
let me be drunk
and unthinking
let me be not myself on this hour
on this short moment
of my failure
let me have this needed
laughter
a toast to misery.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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It is incomprehensible that God should exist, and it is incomprehensible that he should not exist.
quote by Blaise Pascal

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What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are.
quote by Tony Robbins

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In any architecture, there is an equity between the pragmatic function and the symbolic function.
quote by Michael Graves

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I don't think it's the function of Congress to function well. It should drag its heels on the way to decision.
quote by Barber B. Conable Jr.

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Deliberation is the function of many, action is the function of one.
quote by Charles de Gaulle

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These groups within a society can he distinguished according as to whether, like an army or an orchestra, they function as a single body; or whether they are united merely to defend their common interests and otherwise function as separate individuals.
quote by Herbert Read

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Institutions - government, churches, industries, and the like - have properly no other function than to contribute to human freedom; and in so far as they fail, on the whole, to perform this function, they are wrong and need reconstruction.
quote by Charles Horton Cooley

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It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
quote by Douglas Hurd

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This Poem Is A Mess
This poem is a mess
It claimed shads of paper
Drained in pensil and ink
Finished and unfinished
This poem is a mess
This poem is a mess
It victimised toilet paper
Short and long, of all colours
Scribbled, drafted and erased
Pinned on the wall, anywhichway
This poem is a mess
This poem is a mess
It messed up everywhere
Lying on the floor, sholved
In the pockets, every corner
With incomprehensible words,
Misspelt, miswritten, strange
This poem is a mess.
Sunday,12/04/2009,
Huyton, Liverpool, UK
poem by Isaac Maliya

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