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hi all this cyber-conversation with one sfb ([self-named-]shit-for-brains) aka pcp ([my name for]pd-cd-pal) keeps goin and goin ... i got inspired reading pcp's response ... which was inspired by mine ... pcp wrote, in part: >... My developing theory of the universe says >that coincidences are evidence of an error in The >Program which governs us all. ... You scan an area >for an item. It isn't in sight. Then, when you look >again, it's there. ... It wasn't there the first >time. A slip in The Program was corrected after >your first scan. ... More thoughts are lost, >more coincidences occur, and more disease and >depression become evident as one grows older. >The Program breaks down with age and increased >use ... close but no cigar ! our physical world breaks down yes it is all about deterioration and death if that's what we choose to look for but that is not all there is and that is not who we really are >... You scan an area for an item. It isn't in sight ... it isn't in sight because our lenses are too fogged or grimy with slime or cracked with frost or tinted a whiter shade of pale the item aka grace is always there it surrounds us we trip over it constantly but we can't (or sub-consciously don't want to) see the forest for the trees einstein sed coincidence is god's way of remaining anonymous carl jung sed coincidence is grace (late-braking addendum no 1: a friend of mine with small children sez "coincidence" is more properly pernounced "co-inky-dinks" - gracie laffed out loud!) the only errors possible are the ones we make while we are learning who we really are errors are the only way we learn and errors are only the way we learn rumour has it that we don't learn to really master anything in this physical realm memorising a song, throwing a pot, picking up a new dance step, till we do it 21 times! i can testify to that in origamic terms! (late-braking addendum no 2: so if our 'score' after learning something well is calculated by us as "20 losses to 1 win", which are we more likely to call ourselves ? - successes or failures?) so keep yer eyes peeled for the squeegee kids clean yer windshield, mister? from my windscreen (the semi british version) i see internal partly buried fears being projected out onto something else they can seem easier to deal with that way since they then appear not to have anything to do with us we think we can thus 'get rid of them' but grace provides the problem and grace provides the solution they are two halves of one whole they are cause and effect and cannot be separate our free will comes into play when we choose to accept the problem aka the challenge the act of accepting = the knowing of faith and trust = love in two parts = loving and being loved = both parts of the same whole the instant we trust and agree willingly to take on the problem we discover that we already have the solution they were both given to us as one whole and even now that whole is at your feet waiting for you to notice it it's been there all along waiting for you waiting for each of us amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me i once was lost but now i'm found, was blind, but now i see twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved how precious did that grace appear the hour i first believed through many dangers toils and snares i have already come twas grace that brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home though we've been here ten thousand years bright shining as the sun we've no less days to sing her praise than when we first begun written by a slave-ship captain who learned to see the error of his ways and now here's one lagniappe of a challenge: time and space are one illusion; if it has been projected beyond your mind, you think of it as time; the nearer it has been brought to where it is, the more you think of it in terms of space. and finally something i was editing today which grabbed me when i first read it and has not let me loose since: 2002/04/25 QT: Batter My Heart - a poem by John Donne Batter My Heart, Three-Person'd God Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy; Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. John Donne (1572-1631) Holy Sonnets http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/poems/donne29.html janet janet paterson: an akinetic rigid subtype, albeit primarily perky, parky pd: 55/41/37 cd: 55/44/43 tel: 613 256 8340 email: [log in to unmask] smail: 375 Country Street, Almonte, Ontario, Canada, K0A 1A0 a new voice website: http://www.geocities.com/janet313/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To sign-off Parkinsn send a message to: mailto:[log in to unmask] In the body of the message put: signoff parkinsn