Every virtue may be learned and practiced at home; and it is only because we do not choose to have either virtue or religion among us, that so many adventurers are yearly sent out to smuggle foreign graces.

For a human being to adapt to a rapidly-changing World, he requires the companionship and support of other with whom he may sometimes disagree, but nevertheless feels a fundamental bond of like-mindedness. Some men are gay, and hide it, they even marry women, but still have sex with men. In some cases, the women know, but that is not always the case.

There are also men who are openly gay, but not flamboyant nor do they disclose their orientation. You might suspect that some men are gay because they are good-looking, and not dating any women, and that is possible. However, think how hard social life can be sometimes.

These guys who took a while to discover that they are gay, or for some reason decided to become homosexuals have people that have grown up with them for years, and although no one speaks about that individual’s sexual orientation, could you imagine if they were drinking with the straight guys and slipped up and called another guy cute or something? Or if they ended up messing around with another guy? It would change their entire relationship.

Sometimes when people are having relationship issues, they may go out and hook up with someone. So imagine how cognitive these guys have to be. You do not want to disclose your personal life and have to have a block in your head to hold on to your secrets.

Nonetheless, people usually are more comfortable disclosing their preference of a mate when they are in a committed relationship, and until then they do not own their sexuality because nothing is happening. It is an individual matter. And I know sometimes they hope their relationships last because they want to disclose this part of themselves and express how happy they are.

So anyway, I was watching 2 Broke Girls, and two girls, who were in high school, stole Caroline and Max’s original tee shirt that they produced for their business. It is a very cute shirt. So the two thieves refused to stop selling the shirts and were making a bundled off of them, while Caroline and Max were struggling just to pay the rent and working two jobs.

And to top it off, the other girls claimed it was their design, which is actually was not, and threatened to sue Caroline and Max. So Caroline and Max’s boss, Han, pretended to be a lawyer, but he did not threat a counter suit, instead he picked up the microphone and gave a speech about how he was bullied and how it hurt him. When people are constantly bullied, in changes them. Everyone has a light inside and when you hit them or make fun of them, it dims that light and they become different.

The speech was so compelling that the mean girls agreed to stop bullying Max and Caroline. While I was watching this episode, it made me wish it was that easy to deal with adults. You can talk to kids and tell them what they are doing wrong, in a nice way, and even without threatening to hurt them they will stop.

However, with adults many of them are just looking to hurt others and get over and no matter what you say to them it may not help, and it could make matters worse. I have seen people harass others and when they person speaks up for themselves, they are reported or threatened.

Because many bullies now play the victim role, it is really hard to stop harassment. I have seen an office full of people physically attack one of their coworkers and they bully him to the Max and nothing is done to stop them that we know of, even though everyone knows what it going on.

A person’s self-concept is strongly rooted in his early experiences. Many people probably, even as adults, require role models. Another thing I find interesting is some people are not really racist and they find people of different cultures attractive.

My friend is mixed race. His mother and African American and Father is European American. The kid mostly hung out with blacks and the grandfather disowned his son (and I cannot tell you why, it might hurt someone’s feelings), and was extremely private. Like his grandchildren did not even get to know their other family members besides the black ones, unless it was at a family reunion.

Many of our ideas about the World come from personal observation. The mixed race son, heard bad things about a certain culture in history books, and whenever a white person is mean, many black people assume that they are racist. So after years of hearing these jokes and even being mistreated by some people, the biracial son refused to date them, and although he found them beautiful, he could not imagine kissing them or probably anyone for that matter.

He is like a preteen in a way, they find kissing gross. So anyway, he ended up falling in love with this white guy, and ended getting over all the prejudice thoughts in his head, and was so thankful that they have been so kind and helpful today them. They are actually his largest support group.

When he was a kid, he did have a friend named Zach, who was white, with blonde hair and blue eyes. And they were really good friends, he recalled how nice and gentle white boys are when they are kids, and after a while of not having white friends, he started to miss them. And the interesting thing is when he was kind of offset by white guys, he felt like they were two different races, and wondered why they are so cold.

However, since he started saying nice things about them, they seem to have become nicer, and it is not just like one are two. A lot of them, and they have conversations and stuff and that is good. He did disclose that he felt like because of what we learned in history is the reason he would not date them initially, and also for fear of being rejected for being black. Disclosure of man to man, honest, direct, uncontrived, is the necessary condition for reducing the mystery that one man is for another.

Have you ever seen a person and found them attractive, but wonder what you might have in common with them? Well, that happens to a lot of people, and people are so afraid of even being rejected as a friend. Nonetheless, if you can, get to know them.

I know in my life I imagine being married, living in a modest house with a nice yard, and me and my spouse having a couple of cars. I am a homebody and love staying home. Travelling is nice and partying is fun, but I want my life and marriage to be like Darrin and Samantha from Bewitched. A person feels comfortable with his norms established by his culture. Virtue consists in actions, and not in words.

 

You are going to think about me when I am going, I come and take all of your pain away. The light glimmers your brilliant and pure sweat; the light illuminates the path you walk, the light plays the symphony of your wisdom and your heart. I wish you young forever. The meaning of our life is not memory of yesterday, but cherish today and expect for tomorrow.

I wish every day is a precious moment in life. At the present, we have blessing and warmth. In the future, we have pure faith and love. He is to be nobody until he come forth from the church as your husband. Then he is to be everybody. That this the very theory of marriage. He assured her that he would love her just the same, even though they were not married. Alas, no! There he had promised more than it is given to a man to perform.

Give you sincere love and a beautiful flower. I will turn many words and pure love to a wonderful wishes, keep to your caste; and be too self-respecting to lavish the love of the whole heart, soul, and strength, where such a gift is not wanted and would be despised. Love has a thousand ways of making himself understood.

Infinite trouble has been take not only in arranging these marriages but in joining like to like—so that, if not happiness, at any rate sympathetic unhappiness, might be produced. What causes young people to come out, but the noble ambition of matrimony? There are not nearly so many god men in the World as there are women who want to marry them; and some must get the bad ones.

I am standing at the window quietly recalling past years at the beginning of New Year in the near distance, I find time is solidifying, but you are the spotlight in the scenery. I write my blessing on the picture with my heart. Love is the heart of harmony, the connecting chain that links the whole frame of being; it is the glory of nature, and the very perfection of humankind.

The young student of medicine, who is brim full of theory, though he has not yet begun to visit the sick, thinks it high time to appear in print. He calls upon Hippocrates and others so easily familiarly that those readers who knew not when these folks lived would swear he was their intimate friend and companion.

Little that I have ever seen is forgotten. I am at the close of many weary days, but there is not one among them all that I could wish to overlook. Genuine modesty is alive to every sensation that can affect it; shame, one of it guards, rushes upon duty on the slightest attack.

The elapse of the past few months has ripped my heart out of my chest several times, and you did it on purpose, even after I told you that you would and you promised not to; it leaves me with a fonder memory. Through we may bless you on others days, I wonder, if you love me how can you do these things to me?

How important you are to me. May you have good luck, health, and happiness! We are all apt to magnify our own troubles and thing them superior to what others feel. With misfortune a good heart easily makes an acquaintance.

Those who hide their knowledge acquire a double glory; for to instruction, they join modesty. The merit of moderation is most apt to be extolled by the losing party. The winner holds in more esteem the prudence which calls on him not to leave an opportunity unimproved. Some gain love for their words and some for their deeds, your devoted support and enlightenment that have helped me feel heartfelt gratitude and burning love, time cannot take pure memory away.

If love is the very best thing in life, it is not the only thing. The path is a long staff. Our footprints are notes. Listen, they are composing the rhythm of youth. It is you who teaches me to spread my wings and to fly. I am sleeping. It is you who breed me into a towering tree. I am a fire. It is you who ignite me. I am an instrument. It is you who play the loud notes. I will remember you forever.

 

 

 

On my way of life, you have enriched my path, developed my intelligence, and ignited a passion in my heart. It may seem that we go from freezing outside to the furnace. Your love like the red charcoal fire, gives me endless warmth. Because of your irrigation with love and cultivation with pains, there are gorgeous memories on my mind.

What is the reason, that though we know these dreams, these fleeting shadows of the night, to be more than dreams, illusions of the working mind, fettered and debased as it is by the organs through which it conveys its confined powers to the greater matter, body, then sleeping, inactive, as in the shades of eternal slumber; yet that we cannot help being strongly impressed by them, and meditating interpretation of the flying vapors, when reason is broad awake and tells us that it is weakness to be disturbed at them?

 

Peace roams through the waiting dreamer, and the comfort of love comes into the stillness of the heart. Peace, like an ocean of infinite life, reflects itself through me and calms every turbulent feeling. I am at peace and rest in the knowledge of the love of God which is at hand.

 

Oh, do not say that you give us too little, do not say that again. It is you that gives us love and care; when I failed, it is you that gave me the courage and self-confidence; when I succeed, it was you that encouraged me to ty my best again and again. Like a cloak, you love is wrapped around me. Like a warm garment, it shelters me from the white squalls of life. I feel and know that an almighty love envelops me in your close embrace. My love, how wonderful thou art. I am open to receive thy great blessing.  You will hear the calling from my heart and blessing forever.

Our hearts are connected; it will always be with you. Good fortune opens the hands as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, is but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations. The voice of truth speaks to me, guides me, and keeps me on the path of the perfect day. I shall be told everything that I should know when the time of requirement arrives, and this will keep us righteous. Nothing enters but this voice, for it is the voice of God.

Do you imagine that if mortals had power over events, or were in reality free and uncontrollable agents in the history of their own existence, that you would see so many unhappy beings?—no certainly, for who would do that which would render him miserable, if he had the power of avoiding it? And if he had that power, yet chose nevertheless to be miserable, who would pity him?

He that loves, and is loved by, a race of pure and virtuous creatures, and that lives continually in the midst of them, is an idiot if he does not think himself happy. I was never much displeased with those harmless delusions that tend to make us more joyful. Our lives are rendered blissful by an unsought harmony with nature.

 

We are two lotus flowers on the same stalk, two trees interlocked together. Our hearts are tied together. You are so considerate and generous, congratulating my Christmas this lovely. I will cherish the gift to thank you for your profound sentiments and love. This symbol and being long together makes us remember each other forever. May the flame of strong love spring up in your dreamy eyes.

It is hard for me to express my thanks for your kindness, and present. It is a display of your heart, and I am deeply moved by it. You really spared no expense and my sunshine beams through the cumulonimbus clouds.  We are the cream of all that have come before us. We are really living the life; we begin where they ended; we stand on their shoulders; their whole learning is only our alphabet; they laid the foundation, we construct the superstructure.

Maybe you think people over there live in harmony and peace. No, my dear, life is even harder over there. The love we have grows out of our hearts. If moralists would improve the human nature, they should endeavor to expand, not to contract the heart. They should build their system on the passions and affections, the only foundations of the nobler virtues.

Because of you, my heart plays a recognizable melody even if the melody is only a few notes long. These melodies can be repeated, extended, inverted, and played in different keys and at different volumes throughout different times of the day. The pleasure you have brought about, the support you have offered, the love you have showed and the life you have lived—all these things makes you more amiable and respectable with every passing year in my heart.

 

 

 

Have we been in touch with something that we might call truth? Perhaps. However, it is an impression or feeling that it would be communicable to others. The drama begins with God already on the stage. He is creating the World. God creates a man, Adam and places him in the Garden of Eden to work in it and take care of it.

God’s intentions is for humanity to be in close r relationship with him and in harmony with the rest of creation around them and the environment. God is described in these early centuries of the Bible as dwelling in the garden together with the first human beings, Adam and Eve. At the end of the first play of Genesis, God gives his own assessment of his work:

God saw all he had made, and it was very good. Blessed be your glorious name, and it may it be exalted above all blessings and praise. You alone are the LORD. You made the Heavens, even the highest Heavens, and all their starry host, the Earth and all that is on it, the seas, white squall, and all that is in them. You give life to everything, and the multitudes of Heavens worship you.

Act one reveals God’s desire for the people and provides the setting for all the action that follows. Yet whatever comes through has a validity that one would never deny. Would it come through as rule or mandate or set of injunctions? To ask this question is to answer it: that which only mistily serves the sense of truth will not do better for the sense of law.

The Fall: Tension is introduced in the story when Adam and Eve decide to go their own way and seek their own wisdom. The listen to the deceptive voice of God’s enemy, Satan, and doubt God’s trustworthiness. God as a reality that must be reckoned with by causes, systems, theories, and perspective that seek our allegiance.

They must say, “We subdue him” or “He proves us.” He is claimed for different varieties of Christian thought, and as a voice of paganism; as a man of tragic vision, and as a grim cynic; as a representative of different sexual natures; as a lover of flowers, and a hater of animalism; as a pure theatrical entertainer, and as a philosopher in drama; as a Universal artist, and as a spokesman for the views and attitudes of his own day.

As a result of this rebellion: The LORD God banishes him [Adam] from the Garden of Eden to work the ground from which he had been taken. After he drove the man out, he placed on the East side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life.

In my glowing report of these private theatricals, several elements stand out: the simple pleasure of the business—fresh, lively, spontaneous; the unaffected relish of the passage of bold bawdry: the general accessibility of the texts, with little help from what the guardians of the treasure call “apparatus.”

Here we have another sense of God as family entertainment, God as the good book in which all matter has a part and give pleasure, and as an open book to all who are open to it. As a family entertainment the book compels nothing to the canons of propriety that in the name of the family were later to afflict the novel.

As a traditional text, it has a scent of the mysteries, and mysteries imply professional interpreters to guide the laity; yet this text can speak directly and privately to the attending heart. God’s intention in creation is known, but part of his own creation has put his plan off course. Can God regain his relationship with humanity and remove the curse from creation? Or did God’s enemy effectively end the plan and subvert the story?

Each interpreter sees some part of the whole that does, we may say, mirror him, and he then proceeds to enlarge the mirror until it becomes the work as a whole. Thus us simply to say that the most comprehensive soul does comprehend many others smaller souls; and it is understandable that each of these, humanly intent on grandeur, should try to become the whole.

Hence the distorting, the myths, though one might want to qualify some of the details of this argument, still the spirit is right:  it identifies a mechanical, gimmicky kind of criticism that is reductive because it lacks a sense of wholeness.

Suppose we amalgamate these comments that reveal different perspectives, definitions, and expectations. The LORD had said to Abram, “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you. I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on Earth will be blessed through you.” God is above the ordinary, important, unique level of speech and thought; he represents a nobler, higher realm of being.

God has both feet on the ground; but in him the common ground is transfigured, revealed in a new dimension; nothing is too mean for him, but the mean itself is raised to a supernal plane.

God is the ultimate all-purpose bool, with imaginative breadth and depth, for a humanity not limited by age, Pilgrims come from everywhere to these central shrines, where all kinds of relics, antiques, and object sacred by association are for sale, and hawkers labor around the clock.

 

Every true faith always has a distribution problem and stimulates much business efforts; shrines and commerce are paired in a complementary marriage.

 

Original, primitive rites are practiced to solemnize the worship—communions of ancient food and drink, grave faces on the green within the cathedral close, concerts with what we might call Old Testament instruments. These perhaps stimulate the tithing spirit. The sanctuaries in which our public observances and rites are carried on have a recognizable similarity.

In calling Abram (God later renamed him Abraham) and promising to make him into a great nation, God is narrowing his focus and concentrating on one group of people for a period of time. However, the ultimate goal remains the same: to bless all the peoples on Earth, remove the curse from and restore the original relationship that existed in the garden.

 

 

There is often a crusading spirit, a note of rescuing the sacred from the profane. Sometimes however, the combatants seem to be speaking only to ear other, playing theological war games at a great remove from the real affairs of the church.

Abraham’s impressive bedroom suite—bedroom and parlor divided by a huge arch—had been completely cleaned since the making of Eve Mayfair into an irresponsible little demon. And the bed on which the Dark Gift had been given was all made up with its fancy dark blue velvet comforter and draperies.

 

There was the center of the table where Ryan and I had sat for hours as he told me the story of his life, and Eve and I took our places there, but Ryan seemed stunned by the sight of the room, and for a long moment he simply appraised his surroundings as if they meant something wholly new to him.

“What gives, guy?” I asked.

“Pondering, Beloved Boss,” he said. “Just pondering.”

I was not looking at the blue eyed wonder. Was I glad agent wonder bread was sitting to my right than roaming the World all vulnerable and tearful in his Oxford style clothing. Yes, but I was under no obligation to say so to one who had so furiously talked to me. Was I?

“Come, talk to me,” I said to Ryan. “Sit down.”

Finally, he did, taking his old place with his back to the computer desk, and just opposite me.

“Randolph, I am not sure what to do. I am thinking about the house we bought a few months ago. You see, all the time we were in Europe, Aunt Queen and I were in charge by phone, by fax, by some means, and then all this last year we were both here, figures of security and authority. Now that has changed. Anut Queen is gone, simply gone, and I do not know that I want to be here very often. I do not think that I can be.”

When Abraham’s descendants are later enslaved in Egypt, a central pattern in the story is set: God returns to his people, frees them and restores them to the land promises to them. God makes a covenant with this new nation of Isreal at Mount Sinai. He appoints Moses to be their leader during their liberation from Egypt—the Exodus. The sense of community, when it is sound, gives men an equal sense of order and of disruptive forces.

Thus he provides one of the essential experiences of the true community: the knowledge not only that the indispensable common order of life may always be injured or broken, but that all the threats to its well-being exist in all of us. As part of the covenant, God makes it clear that if his people remain true to him and faithfully follow his ways, he will bless them in their new land and make it like the original Garden of Eden.

However, if Israel is not faithful to the covenant, God warns them that he will send them out of the land, just as he did with Adam and Eve. The heir to the Belgian throne is the King’s brother Prince Albert, Prince of Liege, who lives opposite the entrance to Chateau de Laeken at Villa Belvedere.

The park of Laeken, which became public property at the beginning of the twentieth century, contains a memorial to King Leopold I of the Belgians in the form of a Gothic pyramid.

 

Leopold I and his son Leopold II both died at Laeken and within the grounds of the Chateau itself there is a memorial cloister to Queen Astrid, the Swedish bride of Leopold III who was killed in a car crash in Switzerland only a year after he succeeded to the throne. They break the covenant, follow false gods of the nations that surround them and bring the judgment of God down upon themselves.

Abraham’s descendants, chosen to reverse the failure of Adam, have not apparently failed themselves. Along the way, however, God has planted the seeds of a different outcome. One of Israel’s kings, David, is noted for being, “a man after God’s own heart.” So God promises to send another king to Israel, a son of David, who will lead Israel wisely, bring the nation back to God and be the agent of blessing to the peoples of the World.

So while Act III end tragically, with God apparently absent, the hope of a promise remains. The community that he offers us costs much, and we may be obliged to be more adult than we expect.

 

A whole series of comedies play for responses of which the simplest souls are capable, and then suddenly demand a grown-up intelligence of which gags and gimmicks give no warnings. The Comedy of Errors promises us free laughs at mechanical men, but some of these begin to think and feel, and our belly laughs are out of place.

God can start with genuine feelings, as in the Garden of Eden. Four centuries later, the people of Israel are suffering. Surely the spiritual and the carnal love are not so widely different as I have been taught to think them. They are, perhaps, not antagonistic, and are but expressions of the same will. In all matters of love there is a vast amount of luck. Keep to your caste; and be too self-respecting to lavish love of the whole heart, soul, and strength, where such a gift or present is not wanted and would be despised.

You will have a son, and are to give him the name Randolph, he will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father Matthew, and he will reign over the house of Randolph forever; his kingdom will never end. Waiting for God to return, an angel of God comes to and announces Randolph’s arrival, he confronts God’s enemies in the spiritual realm, the demons, and forcefully orders them to leave the people who they torment.

The time has come. The kingdom of God is here. Repent and believe the good news. The start of the reign of God. God has come back to dwell with his people. God is with us. God made you alive with Christ.

He forgave us all our sins, having canceled the written code, with its regulations, that was against us that stood opposed to us; he took it away, and having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. He leads his people through death to a new life. In all he shows himself to be the promised child to reconciles humanity with God.

The place is just east of the Rue Royale where King Randolph, Harris II’s son, was frequently to be seen in his off-duty moments walking by himself, informally dressed in a nice suit.

His subjects respected his privacy. “Look, quick! Exclaimed an American excitedly to his Belgian companion. “Isn’t that Randolph? Look!” Some ways seems to master the wisdom of a dual perspective—a sense of the World as it is—and show him a more miserable victim than if he were a more rigid man of a single-track mind.

Or he can take an aged and powerful King, like Grand Duke Adolphe, and secure a palace show us that no one is home free, least of all home free from himself. Or he may take a brilliantly and evilly destructive man, like Satan, and by making him charming and plausible and self-defensive—by giving him the amiable demeanor that most men need—can subtly bring home to every man than Satan lies within himself.

Thus he provides one of the essential experiences of the true community: the knowledge not only that the indispensable common order of life may always be injured or broken, but that all the threats to its well-being exist in all forms. A body of text diversely incorporating the vision of a single man often creates a community, and reverent one; but each community tends to pass, one divinity to yield to another.

After four hundred years, God appears not to be losing but to be extending his dominion. In pondering what it is that he gives that accounts for his gain in power, we have suggested that it is not codes or support or even what we call truth, but the vision of a larger World of actuality and possibility, a completing of ourselves, an awareness of transcendental forces in unexplained and irreducible images; an entry into community that indulges no more than it exacts, that is spacious enough to invite and stir, but never to lull, consciousness.

All these experiences, we have kept saying, have a religious quality. The shortcomings in this analogy will be plain to all who wish to question it; yet it may have some suggestive value.

 

Satan as it is valid, it will serve to imply the range of this body of art, the requirements to which it ministers, and the burdens that, without knowing it, we lay on this maker. Trust in God shall be satisfied. They will not tremble nor be shaken. In the midst of the legitimate concerns of life, we have not been met with fear. God will sustain us by His power.

When we feel vulnerable, we become distracted by our concerns. God can sustain us during those worrisome times, not by promising that nothing bad will happen, but by reminding us that we were made to trust Him above all else. In a World of broken people, we have a guarantee that God can be trusted, and that He wants us to draw on the depths of His love and grace in every circumstance that He gives or allows.

We too can use worry as an opportunity to say a young man thinks that he alone of mortals is impervious to love, and so the discovery that he is in it suddenly alters his views of his own mechanism. It is thus not unlike a rap on the funnybone.

Is not love God’s doing? To know him is to love him. Is Heaven a murderer when its lighting is God. My father was a great motive-monger, and consequently a very dangerous person, the good news is he has the mortgage, the bad news is he hold your girlfriend.

Who can part, forever; only when we come so close that nothing separates us can we meet gain, only when what binds us is not my requirement of me nor any chance circumstances, but a deep ingrained likeness of nature that cannot pass way.  Men are extremely provoked by a polite serenity, where in which we support their loss, that fixes the peace or misery of our lasts moments. A heart at ease files into no extremes—‘tis ever on its center. There are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.

 

There are so many types of love, and I know that everyday my heart desires to connect to my soulmate. To experience true love is the ability to create your own World. No matter what happens in life or who leaves, remember you are very beautiful and have pretty heart.