I think you imagined it. I think your mind is a kingdom you alone can rule period. My stance is we share our thoughts although we may imagine different things. If we happen to imagine the same things, we may rule together.
Sure. I mean, I'm just a baby-eating skeptic unhappily droning over the battlefield of my one and only life, hopeless of winning skyward rewards or surviving death. If I couldn't see humor in flying pigs, I might as well take a mouthful of pills and call it the day.
A stance that something the existence of which is entirely unproven and unprovable is NOT real is a whole of a hell lot more valid than a stance that something entirely unproven and unprovable IS real.
Too small a sampling maelstrom. The little green balls are evidence of popular agreement. You are personable.
Not at all, but I can state with honesty that I never spoke against you off the forums or through private messaging. Others on this site may do so, but I am always honest in my dealing with others. I care for you as much as I would for reality television, and that is a low standard to which one could be down-held.
I would not refer to them as balls. More like ovalesque bars. And I get plenty of negative reputations handed to me, but as I have stated in the past it does not matter to me. Negative or positive feedback is irrelevant to me.
In all the time I have been here I've gotten exactly three negative reps and I don't exactly hold my punches. I'll give you ovalesque bars. Of course negative or positive feedback is not important to you, that is why you used it as criteria for appreciating what i say. Oh, I get it, you are pulling my leg, . . right?
Welcome Morning by Anne Sexton There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and the chair that cry "hello there, Anne" each morning, in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning. All this is God, right here in my pea-green house each morning and I mean, though often forget, to give thanks, to faint down by the kitchen table in a prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck into their marriage of seeds. So while I think of it, let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard, dies young. QP :leaving:
Well hey, I for one, like you. But you're still totally nuts about religion. Come on, we can sling insults with love:love: