You can disagree with another person’s opinions. You can disagree with their doctrines. You can’t disagree with their experience.
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Krista Tippett,
Speaking of Faith
You can disagree with another person’s opinions. You can disagree with their doctrines. You can’t disagree with their experience.
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Krista Tippett,
Speaking of Faith
You can´t prove nonexistence’.
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Patrick Rothfuss,
The Wise Man’s Fear
I am in this same river. I can’t much help it. I admit it: I’m racist. The other night I saw a group or maybe a pack or white teenagers standing in a vacant lot, clustered around a 4×4, and I crossed the street to avoid them; had they been black, I probably would have taken another street entirely. And I’m misogynistic. I admit that, too. I’m a shitty cook, and a worse house cleaner, probably in great measure because I’ve internalized the notion that these are woman’s work. Of course, I never admit that’s why I don’t do them: I always say I just don’t much enjoy those activities which is true enough; and it’s true enough also that many women don’t enjoy them either, and in any case, I’ve got better things to do, like write books and teach classes where I feel morally superior to pimps. And naturally I value money over life. Why else would I own a computer with a hard drive put together in Thailand by women dying of job-induced cancer Why else would I own shirts mad in a sweatshop in Bangladesh, and shoes put together in Mexico The truth is that, although many of my best friends are people of color as the cliche goes, and other of my best friends are women, I am part of this river: I benefit from the exploitation of others, and I do not much want to sacrifice this privilege. I am, after all, civilized, and have gained a taste for ‘comforts and elegancies’ which can be gained only through the coercion of slavery. The truth is that like most others who benefit from this deep and broad river, I would probably rather die and maybe even kill, or better, have someone kill for me than trade places with the men, women, and children who made my computer, my shirt, my shoes.
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Derrick Jensen,
The Culture of Make Believe
However hard he tried, he could never manage to make himself visible to human eyes and not because he can’t, since for him nothing is impossible, it’s simply that he wouldn’t know what face to wear when introducing himself to the beings he supposedly created and who probably wouldn’t recognize him anyway. There are those who say we’re very fortunate that god chooses not to appear before us, because compared with the shock we would get were such a thing to happen, our fear of death would be mere child’s play. Besides, all the many things that have been said about god and about death are nothing but stories, and this is just another one.
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José Saramago,
Death with Interruptions
It’s not that I can’t express myself,
it’s that I still feel present when I’m not expressing myself.
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Kim Myungsoo
We can’t believe what we believe to be untrue, and we can’t love what we believe to be unreal.
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Peter Kreeft,
Pocket Handbook of Christian Apologetics
Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You’re married.’
‘I’m what But I can’t be more than eighteen!’
‘My son is very persuasive,’ said Saul proudly.
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Joss Stirling,
Seeking Crystal
I want love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything. It can’t do anything on it’s own.
It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.
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David Levithan,
Every Day
Then I say, ‘Let’s go and brush our teeth.’ So Lola says, ‘But Charlie, I can’t brush my teeth because somebody is using my tooth.’ ‘But who would use your toothbrush ‘ I ask. Lola says ‘I think that lion. I saw a lion with my toothbrush and now he’s brushing his teeth with it.’ ‘But it isn’t this your toothbrush Lola ‘ ‘Oh,’ says Lola, ‘he must be using yours.
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Lauren Child,
I Am Not Sleepy and I Will Not Go to Bed
Postcards and postcolonialism are two things I advocate for people who can’t afford to go on vacation.
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Bauvard,
Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic