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10/1/2015 3:38:39 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
' All Sagans books touch the nerve- endings of transcendant wonder that religion monoppolised in past centuries. My own books have the same aspiration.
Consequently I hear myself often described as a deeply religious man.'
Richard Dawkins. The God Delusion.
Such awe is back to front we are the pinnacle of the slow
monotomous working of the blind Watchmaker.
We have conscious self- awareness. Not for us the dull old continous machinations of theunchanging laws of physics seen in the mindless life of a star.
We create, with our conscious minds , works undreamed of. in natural selection or the physical world. And we do it in the twinkling of an eye because we have minds.
Is there our like out there? I don't know but if there is we would recognise it immediately.
' Rage rage against the dying of the light.'
Outplayz
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10/3/2015 11:16:12 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 10/1/2015 3:38:39 PM, fromantle wrote:
' All Sagans books touch the nerve- endings of transcendant wonder that religion monoppolised in past centuries. My own books have the same aspiration.
Consequently I hear myself often described as a deeply religious man.'
Richard Dawkins. The God Delusion.
Such awe is back to front we are the pinnacle of the slow
monotomous working of the blind Watchmaker.
We have conscious self- awareness. Not for us the dull old continous machinations of theunchanging laws of physics seen in the mindless life of a star.
We create, with our conscious minds , works undreamed of. in natural selection or the physical world. And we do it in the twinkling of an eye because we have minds.
Is there our like out there? I don't know but if there is we would recognise it immediately.
' Rage rage against the dying of the light.'

Are you trying to be poetic? here:

Evening fall has reached its end
As darkness stretches through the sky
The night cries voices of delight
Bringing forth the moans of the dead.

Sleeping solitary in a mourning castle
Lit dimly by the dancing flames of candles
Tired the wall's call out your name
As Satan waits to bless your sins.

Fallen angels with blackened wings
Face's grim with blood soaked tears
Hold my life in your golden chalice
Choking on dirt as I try to scream.

Finally asleep under a blood moon's smile
Black taking over the scene between the veil
I hear the angel's dancing over my grave
Enchanting the song of my last eulogy.

*Copyrighted by me.
fromantle
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10/4/2015 2:17:29 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
I wish I was inspired enough to be poetic its a quote from the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.
He was badly affected by his fathers death and as is often the case with artistic types expressed his sorrow in verse.
I used the lines to point out to those who are continually in awe of nature that the human mind is its greatest creation by far.