Magic is another science that is as plausible as astrology and the existence of genies. (Ivo@comment #9 corrects my translation. It should read: Magic is another science much more plausible than astrology or the doctrine of Genies.)
Magic is another science that is as plausible as astrology and the existence of genies. (Ivo@comment #9 corrects my translation. It should read: Magic is another science much more plausible than astrology or the doctrine of Genies.)
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Lovely lemon balm and lemongrass-scented: 9mm soapgun:
I’m sure my neighbors up the street don’t read FreeThought Blogs. And I’m equally sure they wouldn’t complain about being pointed out as sympathizers for institionalized racism – it’s “pride” not “prejudice” right?
With all the discussion about foundations, I think it’s a good idea to understand them a bit more. First off: if you see a foundation, it’s nearly certainly a tax dodge. Let’s get that out of the way. [Read more…]
Charles Dana Gibson, American illustrator, renders “proper” beach wear for young ladies, circa 1905.
The commander clacked its jaws for attention, then assumed the Posture Of Authority, Mild, and waited for two slow pulse-beats while everyone in attendance swivelled their resting-platforms and focused attention. [Read more…]
“Let’s rehearse it a few more times, to make it look spontaneous” – (theater director, when I was a high school sophomore)
By incessantly repeating to men that the earth is not their true country; that the present life is but a passage; that they were not made to be happy in this world; that their sovereigns hold their authority but from God, and are responsible to Him alone for the misuse of it; that it is never permitted to them to resist, the priesthood succeeded in perpetuating the misconduct of the kings and the misfortunes of the people; the interests of the nations have been cowardly sacrificed to their chiefs.
I was on a conference call 20 minutes ago and embarrassed myself by blurting out, “COYOTE!” as I grabbed my camera. This time the memory card was in it.*