The main reason is that we live in an era of exasperated individualism, we are monads without doors and windows. A “Protestant revolt” against thought is spreading: truths are subjective, everything is relative, there is no relationship with the eternal. Legitimized only by ourselves, we live in a world without Gods. And without God.
On the other hand, we have the omnipotence of technology.
Which pushes us to live in an eternal present. Nothing lasts, the click of a button is enough to erase everything. The final blow comes from cancel culture , which even predicts the correction or disappearance of the past. Precisely what happens in Alzheimer's patients.
A while back I sat with a friend's parents who were triple jabbed and also on statins. As I tried to converse with them, I realized they had about 10 seconds of recall, if that. They literally asked me the same few questions over and over, as if each time was the first. It was a horror movie for me, in a suburban living room.
Testify before who, exactly? In my experience (last week), those who took jabs are not open to the prognostication of their injury or death. More specifically, they literally seem not to be able to hear the words I am saying; is this because their brains are already turning to mush? I told an old much jabbed friend that I would not socialize in a roomful of jabbed, though it saddens me. I told her why (because of shedding of the jab ingredients). A few days later, she called me and asked why I was not at the gathering, though I had been quite clear. She COULD NOT hear me.
As for those who see, well, yes, I would love to talk to those people personally, but I find myself secluded in this respect.
I'll leave this here. It's a quote that I think is appropriate.
"The thing that no one wants to admit is that most people want things to happen to them. We tell each other lies about the fight for free will and independence, but we don't really want that. We want to be told how to live and then die when we're not looking. People want oblivion, and a few of us are born to build it for them. So here I am - their invisible god sneaking under their skin."
Right well within the omnipotent culture of post-modernity the human is an object, not ensouled, not spirit, simply meat that dies uncooked. “‘Goethe was a freethinker who believed that one could be inwardly Christian without following any of the Christian churches, many of whose central teachings he firmly opposed, sharply distinguishing between Christ and the tenets of Christian theology, and criticizing its history as a ‘mishmash of fallacy and violence,’ ” 1982 German publication Goethe’s Poems in Chronological Order.
First off, no "slaughter can be completed." It is war. War does not have a time limit. War always seeks to resurrect itself so another of its kind is made possible in some future. It self replicates infinitely. Second, Georgio´s idea of HOMO SACER excludes sacrifice which is in stark contrast to today´s satanic wars. Third, NO TRUE FOLLOWER OF CHRIST JESUS sits around waiting till it is "all completed!" Why? Because she or he KNOWS active participation in turning the tide is A DIVINE REQUIREMENT. A MORAL ONE AT THAT.
Anyone who comes to Jesus and says "I served You, Lord" but who can display no proof other than proof of lip service is met by the divine words I KNOW YOU NOT.
Not to cast aspersions on your article, which I think has some merit, but the Apocalypse is in fact an astronomical treatise mistaken for a religious text, as Anatoly Fomenko has shown beyond a shadow of a doubt.
All knowledge is in doubt for men are not more than victims of the inheritance passed on taken on trust and impregnated with meaning. The book is very funny called Cod Streuth. Jacques le Balleur was distracted from his writing by the shrunken head of his predecessor spiked on a rod before him. There was room on that rod for his head too, but just now the savages had given him a large tobacco leaf to write upon. They revered writing. Jacques was soon to learn what else they revered when, tied naked to a stake with a mask over his head, he met, instead of the expected instrument of brutal execution, a plethora of female hands caressing his body. Thus did the extraordinary reign of the French Calvinist Jacques le Balleur begin among the Tupinili cannibals of Brazil in 1560, as recorded in his ‘Monthly Reports’ on tobacco leaves. Addressing both his god and a future generation which would marvel at his good luck, Jacques outlines his role as a patriarch, Professor of both Theology and Language, and inheritor of an extensive harem. He owed it all to Rabelais. Having arrived in their midst with only ten pages left of his miniature four-volume complete works of the lascivious author, Jacques was astonished to discover that the Tupinilis mistook this remnant for the Bible they had been promised. He didn’t disillusion them, rather accepted it as God’s purpose to have preserved for him a document so closely aligned to the interests and customs of his captors. How this led to the formation of a Rabelaisian Parliament, the enactment of an orgiastic Passion Play, and a man’s life and death struggle to become a cuckold is to be discovered in the remarkable pages of COD STREUTH. How conkers in a bag were used to calculate age and fruits in a bowl to demonstrate the Royal Testiculatory Ability, and how a comet came to blaze in the sky presaging tribal doom - these are but a few of the unveiled mysteries that will leave the reader spellbound. Nowhere has Calvinist met cannibal, religion met Rabelais, or history met its match with more entertaining consequences than in Bamber Gascoigne’s hilariously imaginative theological extravaganza.
That's certainly interesting. I suppose you meant to show that no matter what the content, any writing can be used according to any particular need of the moment. I've looked it up, and apparently it's based on a rather mind-boggling true story.
"Do not fear those who take your life; fear the One that takes your soul..."
How can we explain this collective Alzheimer's? https://www.marcelloveneziani.com/lo-scrittore/interviste/lalzheimer-collettivo-che-cancella-i-maestri/
The main reason is that we live in an era of exasperated individualism, we are monads without doors and windows. A “Protestant revolt” against thought is spreading: truths are subjective, everything is relative, there is no relationship with the eternal. Legitimized only by ourselves, we live in a world without Gods. And without God.
On the other hand, we have the omnipotence of technology.
Which pushes us to live in an eternal present. Nothing lasts, the click of a button is enough to erase everything. The final blow comes from cancel culture , which even predicts the correction or disappearance of the past. Precisely what happens in Alzheimer's patients.
A while back I sat with a friend's parents who were triple jabbed and also on statins. As I tried to converse with them, I realized they had about 10 seconds of recall, if that. They literally asked me the same few questions over and over, as if each time was the first. It was a horror movie for me, in a suburban living room.
Testify before who, exactly? In my experience (last week), those who took jabs are not open to the prognostication of their injury or death. More specifically, they literally seem not to be able to hear the words I am saying; is this because their brains are already turning to mush? I told an old much jabbed friend that I would not socialize in a roomful of jabbed, though it saddens me. I told her why (because of shedding of the jab ingredients). A few days later, she called me and asked why I was not at the gathering, though I had been quite clear. She COULD NOT hear me.
As for those who see, well, yes, I would love to talk to those people personally, but I find myself secluded in this respect.
I'll leave this here. It's a quote that I think is appropriate.
"The thing that no one wants to admit is that most people want things to happen to them. We tell each other lies about the fight for free will and independence, but we don't really want that. We want to be told how to live and then die when we're not looking. People want oblivion, and a few of us are born to build it for them. So here I am - their invisible god sneaking under their skin."
Right well within the omnipotent culture of post-modernity the human is an object, not ensouled, not spirit, simply meat that dies uncooked. “‘Goethe was a freethinker who believed that one could be inwardly Christian without following any of the Christian churches, many of whose central teachings he firmly opposed, sharply distinguishing between Christ and the tenets of Christian theology, and criticizing its history as a ‘mishmash of fallacy and violence,’ ” 1982 German publication Goethe’s Poems in Chronological Order.
Sorry to advise but you need to get some new friends.
What's this fifth seal?
Is that those portals that the Pope is busily unbricking.
He must get his ideas from somewhere.
Nonsensical.
First off, no "slaughter can be completed." It is war. War does not have a time limit. War always seeks to resurrect itself so another of its kind is made possible in some future. It self replicates infinitely. Second, Georgio´s idea of HOMO SACER excludes sacrifice which is in stark contrast to today´s satanic wars. Third, NO TRUE FOLLOWER OF CHRIST JESUS sits around waiting till it is "all completed!" Why? Because she or he KNOWS active participation in turning the tide is A DIVINE REQUIREMENT. A MORAL ONE AT THAT.
Anyone who comes to Jesus and says "I served You, Lord" but who can display no proof other than proof of lip service is met by the divine words I KNOW YOU NOT.
Not to cast aspersions on your article, which I think has some merit, but the Apocalypse is in fact an astronomical treatise mistaken for a religious text, as Anatoly Fomenko has shown beyond a shadow of a doubt.
All knowledge is in doubt for men are not more than victims of the inheritance passed on taken on trust and impregnated with meaning. The book is very funny called Cod Streuth. Jacques le Balleur was distracted from his writing by the shrunken head of his predecessor spiked on a rod before him. There was room on that rod for his head too, but just now the savages had given him a large tobacco leaf to write upon. They revered writing. Jacques was soon to learn what else they revered when, tied naked to a stake with a mask over his head, he met, instead of the expected instrument of brutal execution, a plethora of female hands caressing his body. Thus did the extraordinary reign of the French Calvinist Jacques le Balleur begin among the Tupinili cannibals of Brazil in 1560, as recorded in his ‘Monthly Reports’ on tobacco leaves. Addressing both his god and a future generation which would marvel at his good luck, Jacques outlines his role as a patriarch, Professor of both Theology and Language, and inheritor of an extensive harem. He owed it all to Rabelais. Having arrived in their midst with only ten pages left of his miniature four-volume complete works of the lascivious author, Jacques was astonished to discover that the Tupinilis mistook this remnant for the Bible they had been promised. He didn’t disillusion them, rather accepted it as God’s purpose to have preserved for him a document so closely aligned to the interests and customs of his captors. How this led to the formation of a Rabelaisian Parliament, the enactment of an orgiastic Passion Play, and a man’s life and death struggle to become a cuckold is to be discovered in the remarkable pages of COD STREUTH. How conkers in a bag were used to calculate age and fruits in a bowl to demonstrate the Royal Testiculatory Ability, and how a comet came to blaze in the sky presaging tribal doom - these are but a few of the unveiled mysteries that will leave the reader spellbound. Nowhere has Calvinist met cannibal, religion met Rabelais, or history met its match with more entertaining consequences than in Bamber Gascoigne’s hilariously imaginative theological extravaganza.
That's certainly interesting. I suppose you meant to show that no matter what the content, any writing can be used according to any particular need of the moment. I've looked it up, and apparently it's based on a rather mind-boggling true story.
Different times.