i was not given a cup to preserve;
i was tasked with draining a well.
if it runs dry,
let it be.
it has reached the thirsty.
by His grace, may it replenish.
tomorrow is not promised;
therefore, we pour.
“I think therefore I am."
This quote was the difference between flesh and steel,
but was is past tense.
Now steel can think, imagine, filter, move.
The capabilities of steel are only what we allow it to have.
The quote ‘I think therefore I am’
is too simple for philosophy anymore, but no shame on the originator,
as this quote was created during a time where a moving empty suit of armor was more likely to be a ghost than a simple human mechanism.
‘I think therefore I am’ isn’t invalid; it is just misinterpreted today.
‘I feel, therefore I must.’
This quote will now and forever be the difference between flesh and steel for one simple reason:
when you turn off a machine, it will feel nothing.
When you kill a human, it will beg for its life.
this difference isn't about humanity, but its that machine has a choice to be able to show its emotions, but humans don't.
Pecco, Ergo Sum
(I sin, therefore I am)
Not an aimless ride on Sunday morning,
But for a faith oblige I am tied to attend
“Sinners!” the priest thunders from pulpit,
“Repent, for your flesh betrays the soul!”
Verses cascade from the book of the wise,
Urging forgiveness to claim a seat
In a kingdom beyond the grave’s cold embrace.
I turn to the Creator, my maker divine,
Why craft flawed vessels, etched with fault?
Why carve weakness into our fragile clay,
Then wield fear to mend what You designed?
Could life not flow smoothly by Your Will alone?
Or is sin the pulse of existence itself.
Pecco, ergo sum?
Brief is our span, stumbling through shadows,
Misery and pain, heirs of an ancient wrong.
A scar of defiance haunts us still,
A faith forged in the fires of an old sin.
Fear, raw and unyielding, bids us believe
In redemption earned through sacred blood—
Yet suffering, sickness, poverty linger on,
We fall,wake up and sin again as if by default
Did creation compromise our existence
Making the essence of life not so divine
Did Your creation flaw our essence,
dimming life’s divine spark?
Where did dogma falter,
Rewriting life —Pecco, ergo sum?
Pecco, Ergo Sum
(I sin, therefore I am)
Not an aimless ride on Sunday morning,
But for a faith oblige I am tied to attend
“Sinners!” the priest thunders from pulpit,
“Repent, for your flesh betrays the soul!”
Verses cascade from the book of the wise,
Urging forgiveness to claim a seat
In a kingdom beyond the grave’s cold embrace.
I turn to the Creator, my maker divine,
Why craft flawed vessels, etched with fault?
Why carve weakness into our fragile clay,
Then wield fear to mend what You designed?
Could life not flow smoothly by Your Will alone?
Or is sin the pulse of existence itself.
Pecco, ergo sum?
Brief is our span, stumbling through shadows,
Misery and pain, heirs of an ancient wrong.
A scar of defiance haunts us still,
A faith forged in the fires of an old sin.
Fear, raw and unyielding, bids us believe
In redemption earned through sacred blood—
Yet suffering, sickness, poverty linger on,
We fall,wake up and sin again as if by default
Did creation compromise our existence
Making the essence of life not so divine
Did Your creation flaw our essence,
dimming life’s divine spark?
Where did dogma falter,
Rewriting life —Pecco, ergo sum?
Cogito, ergo sum
I think, therefore I am
Rene Descartes
I don’t think~ therefore I am not!
Non puto, non sum
Oliver Mckeithan
there’s a light that shines
mist the wet skies laminates
sparks drip drops rainbows
~
sprinkles glitters of
colors bright sparkles delight
shines light therefore bright
10/29/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
So, "Faith without works is dead"
James 2:26 has said--
*"Blessed are the merciful"
(we will obtain mercy; cool!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Matthew 57
Therefore, I Am
All the way
Everyday
Everywhere
With you
It’s the way
We have stayed
Together
While we grew
Always here
With my fears
Sharing in
My gloom
Always here
Like a prayer
Since my
Mothers womb
Bill MacEachern 2/14/23
Being not consumed we stand true
only by God's merciful grace
this is the God of eternity supreme
we receive compassion from His face
Compassion is the watchword from God
for the Lord provides never to fail
in His promises always surely certain
trust His sovereign hand even from gales
Always new never turns old
waken up every morning bright
great is the faithfulness of God
like no other shines daily alight
My soul speaks so profoundly
therefore trust with one hope
the Lord is my portion is my call
holding fast to the divine rope
Lamentations three verses 22-24
set to memory in your mind
whenever down bring to recall
for the Lord has heavenly signed
(Lamentations 3: 22-24.
"Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”
I doubt and doubt .
Superficially I change a lot and turnout .
Up and down ,side to side.
I seek to have and hide.
No one likes to see.
The core essence of me.
I transformed clothes to masks.
Ready to answer who ever asks.
I give what they look for .
I lie, I LIE, unfortunately and therefore,
i loved writing notes
and long letters, but no more
now i only text
“I think, therefore I'm glam!”
wrote Rene Descartes—with his
too beautiful mind.
Approaching the lexicon
of what’s still unsaid,
My words beg acceptance
now silent unread
Inside there’s a freedom
once crossing the line,
unspoken confessions
—unfrozen in rhyme
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
am I who am I
Yin Yang aggregate theory
Breathes cogent relief
I think
therefore I am
Don't overthink that
I am
therefore I exist
Whatever...
I LOVE
thereby lighting up the world
Ah, now you're talking
You are
therefore I am
You're just too clever...
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