Have we ridden forth to victory, only to stand at last amazed by an old liar with honey on his forked tongue?
—Éomer, The Lord of the Rings
—Éomer, The Lord of the Rings
—Treebeard, The Two Towers
A suggested viewing order for the Star Wars Saga, what to do about old versions, and excellent advice on how to avoid that kraken of character horrors, Jar-Jar.
Just saw this posted on Facebook - quality crossover.
The last frame is missing. The Man in Black stares into the camera and says,
Not so highness. Your reproductive choices are your own affair, ahem, just as your employer’s religion is his own. You are free to work for him and to have sex as you see fit. He, however, cannot be required, in violation of his religious conviction, to fund your sexual practices just as you cannot be required to fund his religion. If you do not find his compensation adequate, seek other employment.
Music matters. It’s so integral and pervasive in our culture that it almost feels invisible. It’s even hard to imagine walking into almost any store without hearing music overhead. Culture provides a constant soundtrack to our lives. So it’s no wonder there’s so much discussion and debate…
1
The walls hear
The windows see
Inside I burn
No one comes
To rescue me
It is my turn
2
Like a gutted house
I am burned out
By love
—Auto da Fe by Samuel Menashe
Man before the Fall loved himself or his own happiness, I suppose, as much as after his fall. But then a superior principle of divine love had the throne, it being in such strength that it wholly regulated and directed self-love. But since the Fall this principle of divine love has lost its strength, or rather is dead. So that self-love continuing in its former strength, and having no superior principle to regulate it, becomes inordinate in its influence, and governs where it should be only a servant.
In some respects wicked men do not love themselves enough. They do not love themselves so much as the godly do. They do not love that which is indeed their true happiness. Therefore it is said of wicked men that they hate their own souls.
—Jonathan Edwards, Charity and its Fruits
What does it feel like to fly over planet Earth?
—Søren Kierkegaard
—John Newton, Letters of John Newton