Part of the framework for viewing this violence is to build
upon everything we have seen so far in this chapter.
Not exact matches
If
upon entering some home you
saw that
everything there was well «tended, neat, and decorative, you
would believe that some master was in charge of it, and that he was himself much superior to those good things.
Traditions of every kind, hoarded and manifested in gesture and language, in schools, libraries, museums, bodies of law and religion, philosophy and science —
everything that accumulates, arranges itself, recurs and adds to itself, becoming the collective memory of the human race — all this we may
see as no more than an outer garment, an epiphenomenon precariously superimposed
upon all the other edifices of Nature (the only truly organic ones, as it may appear): but it is precisely this optical illusion which we
have to overcome if our realism is to reach to the heart of the matter.
For example, according to many translations, the first part of Genesis 6:13 says that because God
saw the great evil and violence that was
upon the earth, God decided or determined that He
would destroy
everything living
upon it.
But this does not mean that we are not called
upon to respond to God's previous invitation which he extended to all men when He became incarnate in Christ or that we should not
see everything that came before,
has come since, and will come, in the light of this His, until now — we can not say more, but also certainly not anything less — supreme revelation.
A wise man will accept his faults, accept reality, accept his shortcomings, accepts his mistakes and will do
everything possible to improve
upon every part of his life which needs improvement.A foolish man hmmm I
would say is the complete opposite.I hope you guys
see where am going with this so that it won't seem like I'm heaping insults on a certain somebody.
As New Paltz Mayor Tim Rogers
sees it, virtually
everything he
'd like to
see accomplished in 2016 depends
upon working
While physicists may not
have stumbled
upon the ultimate theory of
everything 30 - some years ago, he
sees string theory as «a starting point» from which such a theory might still emerge.
If you find these exercises difficult, give them a try and
see if you can improve
upon your ability to create core stability with breath and repositioning vs. clenching
everything you
have and engaging your hip flexors.
You
see, then I hit
upon one ridiculously simple thing that
would change all this and, yes, give me
everything I wanted and more.
Rating: 4/10 — somehow grabbing an extra point just by virtue of how barmy it all is, Once
Upon a Time in Venice is a low - brow crime caper that contains way too much bad acting, way too much bad dialogue, and way too much bad
everything else; but somehow it's a movie you can laugh with instead of at, and it's a movie that
has to be
seen to be believed... on so many levels.
That his nickname is thought to originate from a copy of Frederick Forsyth's novel «The Day of the Jackal» is apt, as popular culture
has leapt
upon him as a subject in
everything from Robert Ludlum's Bourne Trilogy (as
seen in the TV adaptations, but not the films) to comedic television series Whoops Apocalypse (with Seinfeld «s Michael Richards satirising his public persona).
Praise
has been heaped
upon Mudbound despite its brutally slow pacing and reliance on narration to explain to us
everything we're
seeing on the screen.
Seeing as you lose
everything and are returned back to town
upon dying,
having to replay the same dungeons over and over again gets very repetitive.
>> When authors complain,
upon seeing their proofs, about the low quality of editing or typesetting, they get lip service about fixing
everything before publication, but then the corrections are not made and the book is printed uncorrected — with a separate charge to the author for making changes after the fact that should
have been made in the first place.
You could stumble onto an enemy encampment at just about any time and it's
upon finding one of these outposts that you'll start to push the game, to
see what will bend to your will and what will break it — though * spoiler alert * it seems Nintendo
has thought of just about
everything.
, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind
upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we
have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might
have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but
everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can
see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we
have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as
everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,
If we
had the personnel to spare, I
would take it
upon myself to meet with other individuals in the vicinity to
see how they were doing and assure them that we
would do
everything possible.
If someone from our then company was
seen having coffee next door with a Re / Max agent which couldn't be forbidden but was frowned
upon (example), and a LePage agent appeared... that made a GROUP OF THREE... suddenly all talking STOPPED for fear someone in the group
would be accused of collusion if mistakenly overheard by another colleague... We were instructed to report (unknown) discussions if collusion was suspected... (1984 — like the book — big brother WAS watching, even back then)...
Everything old is new again.
I
have just stumbled
upon your blog and I LOVE
everything that I
see — you
have a great talen — thank you for sharing it with all of us!