Here's a beautiful orchestral version of Song for Athene arranged by Tavener for violinist Nicola Benedetti.
The lyrics are from Hamlet and the Orthodox funeral service.
Alleluia. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
‘When Greeks talk they begin their sentences with verbs and the form of the verb includes a lot of information so you already know what they are talking about after the first word and can interrupt more easily.’
‘The way politicians talk in parliament and the way politicians present themselves in the media obviously makes it harder to reach an agreement.’
I believe that it's not debatable as far as God is concerned. But I also keep an open mind. God gives us the power to overcome things. [meaning homosexual desire, presumably] He gave us refrigeration to overcome death by shellfish and tampons to overcome "unclean" times in womanhood. With God, all things are possible.
God gave us refrigeration and tampons, huh? Look up 'history of tampons' and see how women have coped with this unintelligent design feature over the centuries. Why did he wait until the late 19th century to make refrigeration a possibility? Think of the lives that could have been saved had he inspired people earlier.
Think of how many souls could have saved (sic) if they had accepted God.
lol look at akhnaten and nefertiti with their little alien-lookin kids look at the little tiny one on her shoulder lmao and is he kissing one why is he holding it like that are the alien babies naked???egyptian art is sick
|Photo Well of Health|
|P.K. looking Henrician.|
|Kalamata central square|
|Photo: Ifigeneia Poulopoulou|
“The four most over-rated things in life are champagne, lobster, anal sex and picnics.”
''I respect kindness in human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.''
“It doesn't seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil - which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.”
Richard P. Feynman
Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.
One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about human beings was their habit of continually stating and repeating the obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen
down a thirty-foot well, are you alright? At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behaviour. If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical and decided he quite liked human beings after all, but he always remained desperately worried about the terrible number of things they didn't know about.
Douglas Adams, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Sick of it, whatever it's called, sick of the names.
I dedicate every pore to what's here.
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τα φρύδκια τα μεγάλα
αχ γιαβρί μου
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της μάνας μου το γάλα
αχ γιαβρί μου.