The ideas of the poets are the forgotten adventures of God -Elias Canetti
Before the beginning there was God. God was all, and all was God. It was a time without flaw, yet without meaning. It didn’t become, nor had it been. It simply was.
I love the amazing Imopossible Trueness of God
I find it ironic that you're writing about this 2 weeks after I wrote a 6 page paper on the concept of everything as it ever was, is, and is going to be. I can send it to you if you like.
Actually, if you wrote that paper two weeks ago, I wrote this three months before you wrote your paper.
Hm, since when do you one up me?
Since December 19th, 2009 at 2:57 PM
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