So be it. God created profoundly fallible creatures on this earth, and human history is mostly the story of error and accident.
quote by Michael Ledeen
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXII: Accident
It’s not a terrorist attack
It’s not a battle of war
It’s just an accident
It’s not natural disaster
It’s not global tragedy
It’s just an accident
It’s not a conspiracy theory
It’s not a character murder
It’s just an accident
It’s not a careless mistake
It’s not a wrong decision
It’s just an accident
It’s not a misfortune
It’s not a twisted fate
It’s just an accident
It’s not a planned piracy
It’s not a suicide party
It’s just an accident
It’s not a mechanical failure
It’s not a human error
It’s just an accident
It’s not a crash
It’s not a downfall
It’s just an accident
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I believe the Times is a great newspaper, but a profoundly fallible one.
quote by Daniel Okrent
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Before we as individuals are even conscious of our existence we have been profoundly influenced for a considerable time (since before birth) by our relationship to other individuals who have complicated histories, and are members of a society which has an infinitely more complicated and longer history than they do (and are members of it at a particular time and place in that history); and by the time we are able to make conscious choices we are already making use of categories in a language which has reached a particular degree of development through the lives of countless generations of human beings before us. . . . We are social creatures to the inmost centre of our being. The notion that one can begin anything at all from scratch, free from the past, or unindebted to others, could not conceivably be more wrong.
quote by Karl Popper
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Yet to bloom
Mother Earth has yet to bloom.
Like a flower that has just budded,
Mother Earth has unlimited potentials.
The Universe hides secrets from tiny Earth
Which unfolds its wonders in stages.
As crawling creatures turned into
Flying creatures and apes into men,
We will have creatures that can even
Crisscross the universe at the speed of
Their own wish one day.
Yet to bloom though Mother Earth is old
By human measurements.
The day will come when our technology
Will be thought as nothing more
Than stone-age appliances are to us.
Given the opportunity to bloom
Further that is, Mother Earth.
Its full bloom beyond our thoughts.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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God Spoke And It Was
God Himself created the heavens, the earth, and all that man can see,
He spoke all into existence and will sustain it all through eternity.
As The Spirit hovered over the earth, God said “Let there be light”,
As He spoke it was created and there was day and there was night.
He said “Let there be a separation of the waters below and up high”,
He saw the expanse that He created said it is good and called it sky.
He said “Let all the waters be gathered to one place” and it will be,
This created a dry area He called land and the waters He called seas.
He said “Let the land produce various plants, trees, and vegetation”,
He saw all He created, said it is good on the third day of creation.
After God produced all the vegetation, He said “Let there be lights”,
So He created a light for the days and a lesser light for the nights.
He then spoke regarding creatures in the land, the seas, and the sky,
So He added to His creation creatures that could walk, swim, and fly.
As God continued He said to Christ “Let's make man in our own image”,
So He created man from simple dust and put him in a special lineage.
For God blessed man who He called Adam and put him over His creation,
However God's special fellowship ended when man fell into temptation.
But today God has spoken through His Son Jesus, who brings Salvation,
Even creation waits to be liberated by Christ with eager expectation.
(Copyright © 01/2003)
Lust Vavroovahana Patra
Oh God!
How wondrous is thy Creation!
Ye created a mysterious
Magnificent beautiful Earth,
In all the animates human beings, animals and
Plants created mirth.
Endowed the Earth with
Beautiful blossoms, foliages
and flowers;
Ye fulfilled through Nature,
the human creatures’ desires.
Ye created ascetics, saints, hermits in the lap of Nature;
Oh Alas!
The saints become monsters,
Sleeping on the bed of luxury in palatial
Buildings, hankering after women and wine,
health and wealth being slave to lust,
fulfil the transient desire for a little pleasure.
Oh Lord Siva!
Thy creation cries with cruelty and tension,
Poet’s pen tutters for a beautiful depiction.
Oh God!
The world runs after wealth,
Human beings entangle in corruption;
In each family
Reigns misunderstanding, corruption & tension.
Population growth is rampant,
One hundred and twenty one corers of people live in India
Without peace and tranquillity,
In people’s mind pervades
No delight, gaiety, sanctity, serenity & purity.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Creatures Of Love
A woman made a man
A man he made a house
And when they lay together
Little creatures all come out
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its alright
It makes those little creatures come to life
I can laugh or I can turn away
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its okay
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures, creatures of love
Its okay to be afraid
When the blue sparks hit your brain
We can love one another
Ive been told that its okay
Doctor, doctor, tell me what I am
Am I one of those human beings
Well I can laugh or I can learn to think
So help me now to find out what I feel
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
Weve been here forever, before you were born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
A man can drive his car
And a woman can be a boss
Im a monkey and a flower
Im everything at once
Well, a woman and a man can be together
If they decide to theyll make little creatures
Watch em now!
Little creature of love
With two arms and two legs
From a moment of passion
Now they cover the bed
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Who Made Hell?
Who made hell
God has made the earth an other heaven
Beautiful land, mountain, rivers and ocean
Wonderful creatures, plants, birds, animals,
Day and night, air; to subsist lot of materials.
He created human, to protect this heaven,
Then why human is perturbing his creation?
Why he is making weapon, gun and canon?
Why creating hatred and killing the human?
To show power, forces others to succumb,
To fill own desire make few of them numb,
For own pleaser causes others to suffer,
For own richness he grabs wealth of others?
To answer the profound question, can you tell
It was a heaven, who made the earth hell?
(c) S.D. Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The earth? A cosmic accident. The life? A chemical accident. The man? A biological accident.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu, translated by Dan Costinaş
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Neurotic
cause it moves just like you
And it breaks just like me
And it lies just like them
And these walls are protecting me
And so the story goes
Strip down its the same
And so the story goes
In a blink of an eye you become history
cause it plays just like you
And it fades just like me
And it steals just like them
Its neverending its neverending for me
And so the story goes
Strip down its the same
And so the story goes
In a blink of an eye you become history
I put my blinding faith in you
My philosophy says I should stop
And so the story goes
Strip down its the same
And so the story goes
In a blink of an eye you become history
song performed by by Unloco
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Our perceptions are fallible. We sometimes see what isn't there. We are prey to optical illusions. Occasionally we hallucinate. We are error-prone.
Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
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Repeated
HISTORY IS ALWAYS REPEATED AND SOMEONE IS ALWAYS CHEATED THE CAT DIED OF COURIOSITY WHY NOT ME THEY SAY THE MOSS ON A TREE CAN SEE HISTORY IS A STORY OF THE PAST A STORY THAT IS REPEATED YEAR AFTER YEAR DAY AFTER DAY
HISTORY IS HIS STORY AND HER STORY ALWAYS REOEATED ALWAYS THE SAME
poem by Kairy sauerwein
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History!
Two the hard-way!
Three the broad-way,
But your recorded story is much needed for us;
History!
Of 'his-story' and 'her-story' to tell;
But on will always lead the way for others to follow,
And like the muse of love!
But the bullets of war will never bring us peace on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That Which Plagues the History Bandits
The History Bandits swinging...
Swinging in History roll.
Up comes one leader,
Ousted or assassinated by another.
The complaints of many
Feeding the avarice of one,
Makes the humdrum into history.
An idealist Wilson, a vengeful Clemenceau or
A prudent Lloyd George...who wishes to know?
The inspiring evil Hitler or politically capitalistic Americans
Or the fearless bloody Communists...
Mould the mounds of history.
A guilty country pleading innocence,
A Rasputinian government brought down by Rasputin
Or a prince who fashioned the legends of the creatures that
Plague the human existence.
What makes History?
Of what use is History?
The questions that plague the History Bandits.
Take up the sword of ink,
Oil the wheels that turn in your head,
And ponder anew on the questions that
Makes you wonder.
Go forth the History Bandits...
Go forth, and claim your rightful path.
poem by Cheryl Jacob
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Our nation was created in ways that allow human potential to prosper, and it created the greatest nation for people in the history of humanity. Now Obama is dismantling it, because he has no appreciation for our greatness. In fact, he resents it. He blames this country for whatever evils he sees around the world.
quote by Rush Limbaugh
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Prologue
Chronicle of The House of Maltus
In the corner of history you were there
watching the broken shadow of the air
cast by the light- from the uncertain future
of the recorded fate clothe of horror
In the corner of history- they
people of strange tongue and of ancient way
pale skinned creatures: silent in the day,
at night they with sharp and penetrating eye
In the corner of history- was a sight
the undying old between day and night
-he was un-earthed master of the tomb- the knight
and, -she was, in the womb of the lord's might
In the corner of history- still is
the great ancestors buried to the chest of bliss
lords and ladies- the royal blood of the fathers
warriors and servants- the welcomed guests
In the corner of history- I am
-the last of them, wise and valiant half man
-hundred years and more; I am the to and the from
-their birth, their death in my heart precious so warm
In the corner of history- the face and the name
of the creature cursed by them
man they are all the same
consumed by their malice they named us villain
In the corner of history- I, vanished
left the cruel world created by mans' heart
doomed by their own malice, their hatred
to my own kind- the sons and daughters of god
In the corner of history- I found
at last the heaven for us, above the sand
were memories from the past un-harmed
by the filthy beast: man, and their kind
Note:
Book the first, The Prologue
From the tradition of the “vamperas”- the story of Maltus.
(vamperas- equivalent to vampire; Maltus- character
appeared in the author's dream)
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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It took one human error to take my leg and one human error to take my mother's.
quote by Heather Mills
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A true history of human events would show that a far larger proportion of our acts are the result of sudden impulse and accident than of that reason of which we so much boast.
quote by Peter Cooper
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