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'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better read more
'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better place, but the price would be never feeling happiness. is that a too higher price to pay?'.
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, read more
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and
tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their hands;
And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which
sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world.
What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world.
The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.
The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.
There is but little in this world which can go wrong because everything is a blessing in disguise.
There is but little in this world which can go wrong because everything is a blessing in disguise.
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
