Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps 90:12
more nonsensical seussly rubbish from the wee hours
Sorry, shy sallow shoeshine sirrah! Same cerebral serene surreal serendipity serenades sweet sorrow celebrity surreptitiously sipping sour syrah. Shush!
(i.e. We apologize, oh bashful yellow boot-polishing fellow! The identical unreal mental tranquil unsought beauty lulls a pleasant sad personage secretly drinking acerbic wine. Quiet!)
ruminates JM at 6:00 AM
α εστιν σκια των μελλοντων,This is an ongoing journal resource recording the raves and rants of a living paradox: a malaysian born in singapore living in australia, an ACSian from RJ, an ethnic chinese having problems with mandarin, an engineer trained as a physicist who just wants to be a musician, sleeps in the day and works at night, where to live is Christ and dying is gain. When not in the lab, he can be found ambling through the outback, or jamming in some secluded corner of the island with friends. Research interests include musical acoustics, judaica, inner asia and christian philosophy. The author enjoys aching sunsets and good friends over a cup of darjeeling anytime.
το δε σωμα του χριστου
These are a shadow
of the things that were to come;
the reality, however,
is found in Christ.
Colossians II.17
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