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me: The funny thing is, that if the Christians ever find a definitive proof of god’s existence, they will destroy faith, and thus make it impossible for anyone to get into heaven.friend: I mean my agnosticism argument is pretty much “Suppose God exists and created the universe. If he was created out of nothing, then so can a universe without God be. If he was not created and was always there,

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Here is a new idea: A website, for people to resolve their arguments!You take a position on an issue, and select the background shade for the post to be either black (con) or white (pro) with the moderators, interjecting in neutral grays. The colors of all of the posts are added together to get a sense of the general attitude, prevalent on the thread. In addition to the dichotomy, there can be an

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The creed for the uninitiated.The first principal of visual communication, is that aesthetics are secondary to purpose. A design is distinct from decoration in that it carries meaning. It is an answer to a particular set of problems, employing aesthetics to maximize it's potency. Basically, it is better to have a conceptually sound but poorly crafted solution then a meaningless visual marvel.But

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Finally, after years of shameful slothing, I have a personal website, complete with a functional graphic design Portfolio and a hefty dosage of unquantifiable nonsense you come to expect.http://www.ivangdesign.com

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Quis te, parve liber, quis te fratribusSubduxit reliquis dolo?- John MiltonOnce in the thicket of proverbial mire,Among the reeds of metaphor and semiotic mudA single verse of clear, clandestine fireLay hidden in the pool of verbal bloodIt is not given to our adverse genderTo partake in the mystery of birthTo suffer through and finally to renderThe flesh from womb, like fire from the hearthOurs

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Posting your silly videos on the web is a sure-fire way of reaching a true bohemian lifestyle!

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There was an old jew from the ghettoHe hid jewel-encrusted stilettoFor under the floorThere was a trap doorA cunning old jew from the ghettoThere once was a geezer from PragueWho liked to give youngsters a hugHe'd follow it up with a sensual rubAnd leave them to bleed in the tub.There once was a man who wore shorts.He used cardboard boxes as forts.He trained little flea.To beg and to plea.And

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Religion is submitting to greater powers.Magick is attempting to have those powers submit to you.

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I am not a vegetarian, for my love of the carrion food overpowers all emotional and ethical barriers that the mind constructs. I consume the flesh of the beings raised into the inevitability of the slaughter, and I find comfort in the superficial structures that shield me from the knowledge of the suffering endured. I gorge on the mutilated corpses, I eat them fried, and I eat them roasted,

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9/11/2005The paramount difference between mythologies and folk legends lies in the inability of the latter to successfully migrate, severing their ties from the soil that gave them birth. When the direct carriers move to a different place, the old tales linger only as shallow memories of something they left behind, waiting to be forgotten by successive generations. The tales only live as long as

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The Watch Station & Sunglasses HutInternational is a rare example of harmonized duality in a retail environment. The two respective trades are joined under one roof with a use of a witty interplay of contrasting elements that make up the brand’s visual components. The established oppositions such as squares and circles, complementary colors, thicks and thins, that have been a part of the visual

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In an attempt to observe and reflect upon Max Scheler’s view of the relationship of personhoods and acts, presented by Martin Heidegger in a book “Beginning and Time,” I have written a short essay that aims to trace the development of the thought process that led from the casual common-sense understanding to a more inclusive conception. This approach seemed as the only way for me to come to

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Emile Zola is best known as a novelist and founder of the Naturalist movement in literature. He transferred his convictions and values to the area of criticism, and provided a fresh and challenging perspective on the art world of 19’th century France. Of particular note is his review of the Salon of 1899 that appeared in a prominent French newspaper of the time, L’Evenement.Among a number of

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Yo Mama’s Last Supper (by Renee Cox)(Fictional)Except from Derrida’s Article “On Supperology” first Published by Ad Busters in December 2004“…but it should be noted that the deconstructive commentary is not limited to religious institutions, it is a parergon that encompasses a much broader area, including feminism, racism, classicism, art history, concept of originality, even linguistics. There

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A known British art critic and philosopher Clive Bell left the exhibition accompanied by his American college, a distinguished modernist and scholar Clement Greenberg. A unilateral decision was immediately reached that both behemoths of art criticism were in desperate need of drinks. They set in a dimly lit pub with a row of mugs dissecting the table in half. After a generous amount of beer has

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Just to clarify, I am using this blog as simply the means of transferring text between machines, as it seems much faster then dealing with e-mails. Therefore, it is routinely filled with assorted scraps and bits that are of little interest to anyone but the secret services and amateur psychoanalysts. Let it be known that the latter ARE NOT WELCOME!

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TenetHe sees my thoughts- A madman criedHe reads my dreamsAnd dwells insideHe’s always watchingEver – wakeHe combs the soul with chiding rakeThe madness shattered reason’s guardLike venom mixed with subtle artHe had his prison built of boneFor he can never be aloneKipchak KhanateAs strands of hair fell in placeShe raised a darkened, troubled faceThe clouds covered crimson sunWe ride to war –

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In Being and Time, Heidegger provides a summary of Sheler’s position on the questions of actions and personhood. We are given an incentive to draw distinction between the psychical being, as a secluded inner entity, and the personal Being, that in Scheler’s view (as presented by Heidegger) “exists in the performance of intentional acts.” This leads to an investigation into the nature of the

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Joseph Kosuth - Conceptual artist and criticJudith Butler - Gender theoristJean-Francois Lyotard - Philosopher and literary theoristAct IScene I(The small dimly lit room of Don’s Club Tavern. Only few casual diners before the bar section.)(Enter Kosuth, Judith Butler and Lyotard. All three appear to be in the middle of an ongoing discussion as they settle around a table and order drinks.)Lyotard

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The sour and musky air of Wan-Tong Lucky Tiger restaurant mixed with a quick gust of fresh wind, as a curious trio stormed into the main lounge. A slender aging man with mild middle-eastern face positioned himself near a small table in the corner. He was immediately joined but two companions, a tall black gentleman with a small beard and a petite lady whose features betrayed her Indian origin.

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(I)Give one way of presenting a differences among each of the following three characteristics of “Being”:1) “Being” considered as the name of the highest “genus” of beings;2) “Being” considered as the “substance” underlying all categories;3) “Being” considered as the “What it is to be” of a particular being, such as chalk, a nation-state, a high school, a mountain range.(I)The Being as the

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Prepare thy ears, noble sirs,Who rule the frail with regal force.Unclothe thy eyes ye humbler folk,Who weave the thread and raise the stock.Prepare to devotedly hark All you who squander in the dark.For deep within this simple verse,Lies fire taken from the hearth,A soothing balm for troubled hearts,A sturdy shield for solemn guards.Before the earth was fraught with folk,Amid the stars Great

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Another day another blogMy head is like a muddy bogI wish I had another dogWho’d jump as deftly as a frog !Here is an odd text I discovered in a moldy, dark corner of a derelict old hard drive. I think it must've been written some six years ago after a night of sporadic drinking.The shallow sermon of a troubled mindТогда Иисус возведен был Духом в пустыню, для искушения от диавола, и, постившись

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My Holy SelfErr Hullo. Is anybody there? Not likely seeing as I just created the blasted thing and my celebrity days are long gone, that is buried somewhere in the annals of previous lives, I think I can say with relative certainty that the chances of someone reading these deranged compilations of dreary nonsense are quite petite. Just in case some poor soul stumbles upon my petty musings, let it

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