You can't stop the thought about hell, probably you know that it doesn't exist as far as I can tell you and some other type of sources. But what happen with the serial killers?? THe brutal killers, they go to heaven??? - Really??So there isn't communication between hell and heaven so they put all in one place?? - WTF, how big this soul planet is it?200000000000000000000000000 People even and more are there and everyday you see new born child or children and old people or young people die.... Okay some die because of start of smoke at early age, other people start to smoke and drink alcohol because other have said them it's incrediable to drink, you aren't a human without a drink, you can't be in our group if you don't drink and many other stuff (as Alan Macmillan Orr said in his book The Little book of life)... - Did you knew that there are stuff which believers don't know or know and still believe??You should check out the holy book what's said think little and then do whatever you are on the way to do.- As first I just read a an article called Souls do not Exist Evidence from Science & Philosophy Against Mind-Body Dualism what I read it will blow your mind. I am sure if you believe in god the % will go low or probably you will change you direction...As far as I am on the road I can tell that there are people which read this and this and this and continue to believe, but it's WRITTEN BLACK ON WHITE THE TRUTH AND THEY PREFER TO STAY IN THE COMFORT ZONE, BECAUSE THERE IS COMFORT IF THEY COME HERE THERE WON'T BE COMFORT FOR THE FEW WEEKS, MONTHS OR EVEN YEARS, THEY NEED TO BUILD EVERYTHING LIKE AGAIN, LIKE YOU HAVE RESET YOUR SCORE AT GAME AND YOU START AGAIN AND AGAIN...
Deyth Banger
If she captured Tamlin’s power once, who’s to say she can’t do it again? It was the question I hadn’t yet dared voice.He won’t be tricked again so easily, he said, staring up at the ceiling. Her biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can’t access them, not wholly—though she can control us through them. It’s why I’ve never been able to shatter her mind—why she’s not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha’s curse, Tamlin’s wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.A chill went through me.Why do you think I’m doing this? He waved a hand to me.Because you’re a monster.He laughed. True, but I’m also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow and I’ll be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble. He picked at his nails. And I have a few other cards to play.I lifted my brows in silent question.Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?Until tonight—until that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.It’s the only claim I have to innocence, he said, the only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It’s the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you—but there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.I knew, but I still asked, Like what?Like my territory, he said and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn’t yet seen. Like my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you. He hadn’t—not entirely. He hadn’t been able to, thanks to the curse.Why did Amarantha target you? I dared ask. Why make you her whore?Beyond the obvious? He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn’t smile, he loosed a breath. My father killed Tamlin’s father—and his brothers.I started. Tamlin had never said—never told me the Night Court was responsible for that.It’s a long story and I don’t feel like getting into it, but let’s just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend’s murderer—decided that she hated me enough for my father’s deeds that I was to suffer.I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies—but every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him …So, he said wearily, here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.
Sarah J. Maas
The woman glares at him and, after taking a breath, forges on. One other issue I'd like to raise is how you have authors here separated by sex.Yes, that's right. The person who was in charge before us cataloged these and for whatever reason divided them into male and female. We were thinking of recataloging all of them, but haven't been able to as of yet.We're not criticizing you for this, she says.Oshima tilts his head slightly.The problem, though, is that in all categories male authors are listed before female authors, she says. To our way of thinking this violates the principle of sexual equality and is totally unfair.Oshima picks up her business card again, runs his eyes over it, then lays it back down on the counter. Ms. Soga, he begins, when they called the role in school your name would have come before Ms. Tanaka and after Ms. Sekine. Did you file a complaint about that? Did you object, asking them to reverse the order? Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution just because it follows 67?That's not the point, she says angrily. You're intentionally trying to confuse the issue.Hearing this, the shorter woman, who'd been standing in front of a stack taking notes, races over.Intentionally trying to confuse the issue, Oshima repeats, like he's underlining the woman's words.Are you denying it?That's a red herring, Oshima replies.The woman named Soga stands there, mouth slightly ajar, not saying a word.In English there's this expression red herring. Something that's very interesting but leads you astray from the main topic. I am afraid I haven't looked into why they use that kind of expression, though.Herrings or mackerel or whatever, you're dodging the issue.Actually what I am doing is shifting the analogy, Oshima says. One of the most effective methods of argument, according to Aristotle. The citizens of ancient Athens enjoyed using this kind of intellectual trick very much. It's a shame, though, that at the time women weren't included in the definition of 'citizen.'Are you making fun of us?Oshima shakes his head. Look, what I am trying to get across is this: I am sure there are many more effective ways of making sure that Japanese women's rights are guaranteed than sniffing around a small library in a little town and complaining about the restrooms and the card catalog. We're doing our level best to see that this modest library of ours helps the community. We've assembled an outstanding collection for people who love books. And we do our utmost to put a human face on all our dealings with the public. You might not be aware of it, but this library's collection of poetry-related material from the 1910s to the mid-Showa period is nationally recognized. Of course there are things we could do better and limits to what we can accomplish. But rest assured we're doing our very best. I think it'd be a whole lot better if you focus on what we do well than what we're unable to do. Isn't that what you call fair?
Haruki Murakami
I end up watching this movie about some girl who's supposed to be so smart and edgy and unpopular. She wears glasses, that's how you know she's so smart. And she's the only one that has dark hair in the school- a place that looks like Planet Blond. Anyway, she somehow ends up going to the prom- hello, gag- and she doesn't wear her glasses, so suddenly she's all beautiful. And she's bashful and shy because she doesn't feel comfortable wearing a dress. But then the guy says something like, Wow, I never knew you were so pretty and she feels on top of the world. So, basically, the whole point is she's pretty. Oh and smart, too. But what's really important here is that she's pretty. For a second I think about Katie. About her thin little Clarissa Le Fey. It must be a pain being fat. There are NO fat people on Planet Blond. I don't get it. I mean, even movies where the actress is smart- like they seem like they'd be smart in real life, they're all gorgeous. And they usually get a boyfriend somewhere in the story. Even if they say they don't want one. They always, always end up falling in love and you're supposed to be like, Oh, good. I once said this to my mom and she laughed. Honey, Hollywood... reality- two different universes. Don't make yourself crazy. Which made me feel pretty pathetic. Like I didn't know the difference between a movie and the real world. But then when everyone gets on you about your hair and your clothes and your this and your that and Are you fat? and Are you sexy? you start thinking, Hey, maybe I am not the only one who can't tell the difference between movies and reality. Maybe everyone really does think you can look like that. And that you should look like that. Because, you know, otherwise you might not get to go to the prom and fall in love.
Mariah Fredericks