Hocus Focus.
A strategy in which one or more parties create a distraction or focus on a subject largely or entirely irrelevant to the topic at hand, in an effort to get others to do the same. Often used by mass media and politicians.
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Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
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Your state of mind pushes your procrastination. Get your head straight and get to work!
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When you sell a type of Christianity whose only response to suffering and lose is that your either in sin or don't have enough faith, you set up a lot of people for frustration and anger.
Luka Mwango
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You are the book, I read every day. Some times flipping through I read your moves and gestures. Some times rereads allow me to dive and decipher. Not everybody carries the ability to see all the bands emitting out of a prism named body.
Not every body carries the capability to read the prints provided by ever chirping senses. May I react or gaze through to store, depends upon my strategic core. Just one thing for you to know, I stack every book in the memory of my library.
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I am a straight shooter…and I don’t believe in flesh wounds!
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“One can blame the moon for many strange things, but most of all for toying with heart strings.”
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I love the desert. The people who inhabit it, an old desert rat myself -- and the creatures that survive in such a challenging environment. Not so estranged from kids growing up in poverty on the streets of New York. All elements of creation have more in common than differences. Sorry Gleick, you are wrong.
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“Love is a strange creature that no man can understand”
? Lisa C. Miller, Inspirations from Heaven's Gate
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Although these terms may often imply some parity, their common and shared roots, may separate and turn them astray. For example, genius and wisdom both involve the intellect, yet can be sadly independent and distinct in their own way.
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Remember, you grant power to educators, pastors, elected officials who lead many astray. As such, you have the power to to remove the grant.
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Faith is a foolish move that integrates a man as member into God's family. Without it, we are strangers to Him
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If one's will, becomes the way ...
would imagination go astray ?
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Don't make the vow to never love again because of the pain you felt from loving before. Love is sacrificial. It requires the death of one's self. Even if past love was beautiful, love always ends in pain. They are one in the same. The greatest example was the love of Jesus Christ being demonstrated when He died on the Cross.
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THE COMPLEXITY OF FRIENDSHIP AND UNWAVERING TRUST IN GOD
We were instructed to select a single best friend by listing their names. However, the friend I nominated chose someone else, and the person they chose didn't reciprocate. The situation was filled with distractions from one person to another. Hence, the only truly reliable entity is God, and Him alone can we trust completely.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
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Poetry is another language to carry the psyche through the various dimensions of dark and light. It is an abstract built-in mechanism for most poets/musicians whether they write limericks, long tomes, or lyrics, to cope with living and the measures of existing, life and death, love, loss, to understand, to make sense, to find answers, to "feel".
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We are all books, poems, songs, abstract and not so abstract art walking, the pages and chapters immersive and crowded.
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We are all books, poems, songs, abstract and not so abstract art walking, the pages and chapters immersive and crowded.
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I dropped a friend to a spa. When I returned to pick her up: she looks like a stranger to me. Hebert Logerie
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I have learned more from Silence than anything I have ever read nor heard preached. Quieting myself from the chatter of the world, from egoistic, pompous platforms, the many scientific podiums raucously orating -- God is always speaking to us positively within the Silence, while the Devil, a voluminous orchestra of brassy-pride, doubts and fears rattling our physical senses, negatively affecting our thought processing. Silence is our larger ear, wax free:)
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Time ... is an abstract construct, measured by the calendar and clock. Yet its essence is still elusive, with a past and future that holds the present to unlock.
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A restrained mouth stays shut until provocation seem an inevitable retaliation.
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I sense imminent danger even before they tickle my naiveness with sweet cunning. I avoid being friendly with any stranger I meet by weighting out the consequences.
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"Once most treated by a stranger, divorce smells"
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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Seek peace, sing songs of brotherhood, exult the Almighty who smiles upon his children not gone astray and not being deceived by the lies of the wordily. What good will come out of war: if not rebellion, strife, death, misery and anger? Haven't we seen the horrible destruction of cities under the vile attacks of the insatiable One who wants world domination and power?
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Uncertainty overflows in discordant doubts, it inspires the notes of a strange melody that is created with rapid finger claps to seek its absent happiness.
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I believe, that as writers (want to be, whatever!) we are naturally fond of words and form. But, in final analysis, it is truth, honesty of spirit, and loving intention to share and help further define evolving self in relationship to greater humanity and creation as a whole, that determines the value or fate of any write. Abstract art a perfect example.
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" We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The Mystic Chords of Memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better Angels of our Nature" -Abe Lincoln
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If walls could talk everyone would be distraught.
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In a time of need, I would rather meet a million strangers with a friendly dollar, than have a million friends who are not really, my friend.
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