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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, May 28, 2002
my stomach is a small puddle of curdled milk and moldy bread crust.
and i have a wire noose on my forehead.
college scheduling is killing me.
high school is killing me.
but i'll be ok.
this too shall pass.
Spurgeon is always encouraging and a good rebuke for me:
If we indulge in any confidence which is not grounded ont he Rock of Ages, our confidence is worse than a dream, it will fall upon us, and cover us with its ruins, to our sorrow and confusion. All that Nature spins time will unravel,, to the eternal confusion of all who are clothed therein... It is the Lord who has begun the good work within us; it is He who has carried it on...
"The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me." -Psalm 138:8 [KJV]
[yeah, I think NRSV and NASB are better, but Spurgeon used KJV so it's appropriate]
11:00 PM
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