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 | | From: | Frank | | Subject: | Herb Echinacea | | Date: | Sat, 01 Jan 2005 19:10:06 GMT |
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 | Christ made the herbs, including Echinacea
that has long been recognized
for being useful.
http://www.kcweb.com/herb/echin.htm
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http://roines.home.mindspring.com
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| | From: | Frank | | Subject: | Re: Herb Echinacea | | Date: | Wed, 4 Jan 2005 20:36:57 GMT |
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| truly is, will you be safe from her. You will be mad - but
nevertheless safe.
Woman's purpose in life is to capture and hold a man. Man's purpose in
life is to remain free. So I have heard.
My failure
My failure in life is easily explained. I refuse to be respected and
loved by fools. The foremost among the rabble is beloved of the Devil.
Never will I water-down my truths to make them palatable to the herd. If
one is popular with the Devil one cannot at the same time be his mortal
enemy. Never will I allow my Truth to be covered over and buried beneath
a mountain of dirt, which is humanly known as praise.
My failure with women and in love is even more easily explained. For I
refuse to sell myself. To sell yourself is to diminish yourself, and to
beg for help from fools and intellectual insects, I mean women. There is
little wrong with being weak, shamelessly weak, when you know nothing of
God. Indeed weakness and shamelessness would be expected. But to know
about God, and to have his infinite strength in your grasp, and then to
openly flaunt your rejection of Him by declaring yourself bankrupt and
seeking your salvation in the arms of a woman - this is deplorable.
The wise man seeks life, but woman is suicide. The man who feels
responsible for the survival of the species, and sees himself as an
example to the young, is not proud to shoot himself in the head.
I can fantasize about women. Even better can I fantasize about women
with other men. But the thought of engaging in love with a woman in real
life, and holding a woman's hand, is a little too flagrantly degrading
to myself and harmful to the world. If I felt a woman's hand in mine I
would be forced to think: Why do I need this touch? Am I yet an animal?
Why do I need this creatures approval? Am I yet a child who needs his
mother's nod, and his mothers bosom? Why am I flattering this person's
ego? Do I not wish to help them to dismantle their ego and become
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