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Even thou canst give me neither thought nor thing,

Were it the priceless pearl hid in the land, Which if I fix thereon a greedy gaze, Becomes not poisen that doth burn and cling; Their own bad look my foolish eyes doth daze, They see the gift, see not the giving hand— From the living root the apple dead I wring. GM

Screwtape explains the law of undulation:

My dear Wormwood, So you ‘have great hopes that the patient’s religious phase is dying away’, have you? I always thought the Training College had gone to pieces since they put old Subgob at the head of it, and now I am sure. Has no one every told you about the law of Undulation? Humans

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 I am quite ready to respect another man’s faith;

but it is too much to ask that I should respect his doubt, his worldly hesitations and fictions, his political bargain and make-believe. The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried. GKC Read More: What Is Wrong With The World

Gloriously wasteful, O my Lord, art thou!

Sunset faints after sunset into the night, Splendorously dying from thy window-sill– For ever. Sad our poverty doth bow Before the riches of thy making might: Sweep from thy space thy systems at thy will– In thee the sun sets every sunset still. GM

various and sundry

It is a crazy world we live in isn’t it? From where I look out I see an unusual amount of pure and unabated apoplexy. Our society appears to be in trouble. Personally I do my best to not let the general hysteria of the neurotic media influence my day to day too much… but

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new song and video > facebook kid

facebook_kidfnl from david hill on Vimeo. OK so this song is a laugh about our modern emphasis on virtual relationships… don’t get me wrong – I like virtual technology, it is just strange to see so many people standing next to people in real life – but staring into their phones, oblivious to their surroundings.

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On enemy ground

Screwtape  twists the gift of pleasure :  Never forget that when we are dealing with any pleasure in it’s healthy and normal and satisfying form, we are, in a sense, on the Enemy’s ground. I know we have one many a soul through pleasure. All the same, it is His  invention, not ours.  He made

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Criminal?

I don’t post a lot about the music business for different reasons. Even though I have a lot of experience, and even have done things many people would consider having “made it” I still don’t feel like I have it figured out. I have a similar thing about advice in general. No doubt people like

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Father of me, thou art my bliss secure.

Make of me, maker, whatsoe’er thou wilt. Let fancy’s wings hang moulting, hope grow poor, And doubt steam up from where a joy was spilt– I lose no time to reason it plain and clear, But fly to thee, my life’s perfection dear:– Not what I think, but what thou art, makes sure. GM

New Song! hear the drum