"if jesus saves . . . "
if jesus saves, well he'd better save himself / from the gory glory seekers who use his name in death --- jethro tull
if jesus saves, well he'd better save himself / from the gory glory seekers who use his name in death --- jethro tull
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one of the great benefits of retirement is the luxury of purty much unlimited reading, although sometimes i'm afraid i'll wind up like the colyer brothers --- i updated my reading list from 2018 --- in no particular order, but the ones in boldface are highly recommended --- best in show is memoirs of hadrian ----
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A study published in the journal Neuropsychologia has shown that religious fundamentalism is, in part, the result of a functional impairment in a brain region known as the prefrontal cortex. The findings suggest that damage to particular areas of the prefrontal cortex indirectly promotes religious fundamentalism by diminishing cognitive flexibility and openness—a psychology term that describes a personality trait which involves dimensions like curiosity, creativity, and open-mindedness.they admit that brain damage is only one contributing factor to making people fundamentally stupid but it helps explain a lot
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570