The bane of the blogger: himself. Reading through his own posts sometime later he happens on such words as,
"Your will decides what your love is; not because it is omniscient, but because it is yours alone. Not all the demons of hell can decide it for you. Not all the choirs of angels in Heaven. Not God"
and, after Prufrock, half sighs, half mutters in exasperation to himself:
“That is not it at all,/That is not what I meant, at all.”
3 comments:
Hi Paul,
If come tomorrow, you reread this post of yours, only to spit in despair , "That is not it at all,/That is not what I meant, at all!" yet again, I'm calling the little white men with nets!
Bryan <><
Hi Paul,
"Man is a free agent with the power of rational self-determination...God has decreed the free acts of man, but also that the actors are none the less free and therefore responsible for their acts." ~ Louis Berkhof
Bryan <><
Thanks for the encouragment. Of course, I agree with what I wrote; I just felt I didn't say what I wanted to the right way.
Little white men with nets? Shit, I'd rather encounter Bigfoot alone in the woods.
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