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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected]                We Can’t Take Our Books with Us When We Die                Ecce nova facio omnia. Et dixit mihi: Scribe                quia hic verba fidelissima sunt, et vera.                                        -Apocalypsis XXI:V We can’t take our books with us when we die That reality shouldn’t bother me, but it does: The copy of The Brothers Karamazov I carried in Viet-Nam – off to a re-sale shop? But God is the Word from Whom all blessings flow And since He is the Word, all our books are His How foolish of us if we fear that God Has made no proper arrangements for them Books are eternal: Great blessings in paper and ink and page and leaf For learning and leisure and wisdom and belief
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May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
We Can't Take Our Books with Us When We Die
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected]                We Can’t Take Our Books with Us When We Die                Ecce nova facio omnia. Et dixit mihi: Scribe                quia hic verba fidelissima sunt, et vera.                                        -Apocalypsis XXI:V We can’t take our books with us when we die That reality shouldn’t bother me, but it does: The copy of The Brothers Karamazov I carried in Viet-Nam – off to a re-sale shop? But God is the Word from Whom all blessings flow And since He is the Word, all our books are His How foolish of us if we fear that God Has made no proper arrangements for them Books are eternal: Great blessings in paper and ink and page and leaf For learning and leisure and wisdom and belief
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May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
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