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Whatsoever is contrary to nature is contrary to reason, and whatsoever is contrary to reason is absurd. ↗
I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark, ↗
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination. ↗
رأى بعض الناس أن المعجزات تعتبر دليلا على وجود الله ،أما اينشتاين فكان يرى أن عدم وجود المعجزات هو ما يظهر العناية الإلهية ، فحقيقة أن الكون يمكن فهمه ، وأن هذا الكون يسير وفقا لقوانين محددة هي حقيقة تستدعي منا أن نقف أمامها بخشوع ورهبة ، وهذه صفة تدل على " آله يكشف عن ذاته من خلال تناسق كل ما أوجده"........... من كتاب أينشتاين حياته عالمه ↗
Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflected the landscape. And yet ... and yet ... Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they would want to escape from — hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further in. He was fascinated. ↗
#escape #escapism #human-nature #theatre #art
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art." (Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in The Times.) ↗
Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone! ↗
#mystery #supernatural-thrillers #suspense #the-covering #thrillers
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. ↗
