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Thursday, October 11, 2018 6:01 AM I wanna think god's thoughts, and Mr. Newton, Issac said, After him. So I joined the queue. Fundamental heretic is what I am. Jesus was a heretic. Ask any Pharisee. Evaluation and appraisal, worship and praise, who told you to do that? A shepherd kid? A lonely boy under the stars in a peaceful valley, beside still waters. Like, Bob Dylan at twelve. Singin' along. Worthy, so worthy, sang the boy, never knowing the role of y after worth in setting the appraising price or prize. What's it worth to know death has no sting? A song? Then sing, soft, don't wake the dead.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
the magician said
Thursday, October 11, 2018 6:01 AM I wanna think god's thoughts, and Mr. Newton, Issac said, After him. So I joined the queue. Fundamental heretic is what I am. Jesus was a heretic. Ask any Pharisee. Evaluation and appraisal, worship and praise, who told you to do that? A shepherd kid? A lonely boy under the stars in a peaceful valley, beside still waters. Like, Bob Dylan at twelve. Singin' along. Worthy, so worthy, sang the boy, never knowing the role of y after worth in setting the appraising price or prize. What's it worth to know death has no sting? A song? Then sing, soft, don't wake the dead.
This reminded me of its existence as I was wathching a youtube doc, Wittgenstein: A wonderful life. I may have posted it before, but it means more now, to me.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
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