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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>plees freeze flees</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/11/plees-freeze-flees.html</link><category>teratogenesis</category><category>terrible tales</category><category>attempted humor</category><category>immature crap</category><category>images</category><category>pissweak</category><category>barbarians</category><category>curiouser and curiouser</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 02:54:31 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-7503750388214002348</guid><media:thumbnail url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qA_8hB1YS4A/SvTYDbaS10I/AAAAAAAAHY0/LFlpSzHjgdI/s72-c/HookeFlea02%20.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Continued from lunching intense
What really happened was... no lunch, no wine, no tribespersons bearing platters of desert delicacies. No deep fried date hearts in scorpion sauce. No.READ MORE... Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.refresh / home&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>lunching intense</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunching-intense.html</link><category>unfinished</category><category>terrible tales</category><category>attempted humor</category><category>quests and questions</category><category>pissweak</category><category>crapola deluxe</category><category>underwhelming</category><category>barbarians</category><category>twaddle disguised as twaddle</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:16:05 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-762875193637336874</guid><description>On the third day they crossed the Mazzambimbi at Monk’s Fjord and found themselves in the badlands. Trudging through the sand on zir two pairs of legs, stepping gingerly over the rotting carcasses of dead donkeys, even JillJack found it heavy going. “Stop pissing in my ass” ze told zirself crossly. One man, one woman, one hermaphrodite, one soul-sucking alien monkey and one soul-sucked zombie&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>what is and what will never be</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-and-what-will-never-be.html</link><category>ontology</category><category>singularities and generalities</category><category>shards of perplexity</category><category>knotty labial mindfuck</category><category>epistemology</category><category>stupid allusions to quantum physics</category><category>hellgrown poetry</category><category>phantasmagoria</category><category>crhymes against humanity</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:40:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-4828604433827503307</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>The isthmus of isness
protrudes into the Sea
of serendipitous stochasticity.READ MORE... Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.refresh / home&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>think size matters</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-size-matters.html</link><category>knotty labial mindfuck</category><category>epistemology</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>mumbo-jumbo</category><category>twaddle disguised as twaddle</category><category>consciousness</category><category>boring gobbledegook</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 16:56:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-2598301117728446673</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Where thought and brains are concerned, size does matter. In a different, subtler way than one might think. The nature, scope and number of thoughts that can be thunk within a given brain: these things are not completely and comprehensively determined by the raw number of neurons, the brute material amount of grey or white matter of the brain concerned.
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last week, next month or even today?
Don't get all sad or twisted and bitter
dumb it down, cut it back, put it on Twitter.Cats miaow, dogs bark, cows moo and goats bleat
but only a birdie goes tweet tweet tweet tweet
If that makes you that much more twisted and bitterer
you must be a twit, a twat or a twitterer. Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>free lunch</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-is-left.html</link><category>ontology</category><category>my big TOE</category><category>meaning of words</category><category>knotty labial mindfuck</category><category>epistemology</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>puzzles and riddles</category><category>human culture</category><category>curiouser and curiouser</category><category>inane obscurities</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:18:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-7507820156222522370</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>yes no 
 good bad 
 light dark 
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Here's a very strange and interesting experiment: For each pair of words, choose which word goes in which column, so that each column contains words of a similar nature, following the example of the first three pairs in the table at the right. Ready? Ok, here goes: "night" and "day". Next pair: "right" and "wrong". Next: "black"&lt;br/&gt;
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Real numbers (not as real as other kinds)
Corporate employee communication (managers pretending to talk to managees pretending to listen.)
Human intelligence (nuff said!)
The Final Solution (still not solved)
Negative growth (give me a break)
United Nations (give me another break, but much harder)
Collateral damage (and vertical and horizontal and intra- and&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>Venn diagrams</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/10/venn-diagrams.html</link><category>venn diagrams;</category><category>my big TOE</category><category>gestaltish</category><category>images</category><category>Everything That Is (ETI)</category><category>epistemology</category><category>signs and symbols</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>bizarre fantasies</category><category>curiouser and curiouser</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 04:10:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-3448155121570977654</guid><media:thumbnail url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qA_8hB1YS4A/SsU_ZjEPhVI/AAAAAAAAHTg/CkXCrkfbjl8/s72-c/venn%20diagramfinal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>I'm going to be using Venn diagrams in some future posts, so I thought I'd kick off with this one. It's pretty self-explanatory. It shows two sets, A and B, and the intersection of A and B at Area C. It shows the members of sets A and B, and of Area C. The background is the universal set containing everything that is, was, will be, has been and could be in every manner, way, shape, form and&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>the conservation of beauty</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/09/slash-and-burn.html</link><category>terrible tales</category><category>emotional retardation</category><category>anger management</category><category>parents and children</category><category>neuroses and psychoses</category><category>flash fiction</category><category>portals casements wormholes and stargates</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 07:49:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-8178768846403296062</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>A mother and her son had an argument. About something stupid. The argument started small then grew bigger and louder until the son got so angry that he took a knife and slashed a beautiful artwork his mother had spent years creating, had poured her heart and soul into. Unsurprisingly, she was heart- and soul-broken when her life’s work---and her relationship with her son---was destroyed in an&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>age of empires</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-of-empires.html</link><category>attempted humor</category><category>aphasic masturbation</category><category>random acts of boredom</category><category>pissweak</category><category>writing in tongues</category><category>crhymes against humanity</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:52:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-3332203684342140813</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>The Celts wield leather belts
producing ugly welts
on the backs of surly Swedes
'til someone cries "it bleeds!"
The Vikings have their likings
for hittings and for strikings
but purple plastic sandals
are never worn by Vandals
attacking grog-soaked Gauls
shivering in their shawls
fearing night-winged moths
much more than Visigoths
and everybody runs
away from hunnish Huns
including foolish Franks&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>bald men riding camels in sandy places</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/09/bald-men-riding-camels-in-sandy-places.html</link><category>the traitor word</category><category>epistemology</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>crapola deluxe</category><category>puzzles and riddles</category><category>mumbo-jumbo</category><category>twaddle disguised as twaddle</category><category>absolutely relative</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 13:13:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-3213028766064515205</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" is a question first asked and answered in the olden but not golden days of scholasticism: days of metaphysical nitpicking and hair-splitting. But modern schools of thought still are no less concerned with abstruse matters of dubious relevance, such as whether reality is continuous or discreet, smooth or lumpy, comprising waves or particles, real&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>moderately excessive</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/09/excessively-moderate.html</link><category>ontology</category><category>the traitor word</category><category>meaning of words</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>puzzles and riddles</category><category>inane obscurities</category><category>boring gobbledegook</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 05:53:56 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-3761697789081278209</guid><enclosure url="http://sites.google.com/site/n8v8ts/Home/nanofauna.mp3" length="0" type="audio/mpeg" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><media:content url="http://sites.google.com/site/n8v8ts/Home/nanofauna.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description>The statement (1) "everything in moderation" contains the seeds of its own destruction. "Everything" includes moderation. So to take everything in moderation implies that one should be moderate about moderation itself. To put it another way: (2) One should take everything in moderation, including moderation itself, and including the extent to which the next three words---everything in moderation-&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>in the Dog's Arse, chillin'</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-dogs-arse-chillin.html</link><category>terrible tales</category><category>attempted humor</category><category>warriors and wizards</category><category>pissweak</category><category>guru-ridden</category><category>fiends and freaks</category><category>barbarians</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:18:46 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-8921406647583721504</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>Introducing the outcast mutant outlawsIt was a time of great change, a time of death and destruction, of madness and muffin-making. Not only were the barbarian hordes at the gates of the Imperium, but they had come through the gates, had rested up for a while at the outskirts of town with nice warm cups of mead-tea, and then reinvigorated had gone about their barbaric business of rampaging,&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>patricidal</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/08/patricidal.html</link><category>unintelligible gibberish</category><category>attempted humor</category><category>transgressions against good taste</category><category>immature crap</category><category>images</category><category>pissweak</category><category>parents and children</category><category>hellgrown poetry</category><category>crhymes against humanity</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 21:31:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-4500783275427082738</guid><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qA_8hB1YS4A/SnTdd1sPywI/AAAAAAAAHFI/23Sg7dcJdXw/s72-c/THICLL~6+copyd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>Once upon a thirsty Thursdayin the jolly month of Juneseven brothers undertook a questto cross the land from east to westone sunny afternoon.READ MORE... Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved. refresh / home&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>not wrong or wronger</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-wrong-or-wronger.html</link><category>Goodness Gracious God</category><category>meaning of words</category><category>mumbo-jumbo</category><category>human culture</category><category>curiouser and curiouser</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:40:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-1823259910328015895</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>The fact that a particular world-view (eg Christianity, Islam or Buddhism) seems to be fundamentally different to other world views (eg the one that holds that the universe was born in the big bang some 14 billion years ago) does not mean that either or any of those world views is necessarily incorrect. The apparent differences emerge as a result of the inadequacies of language: specifically,&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>smumpy or looth?</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/07/smumpy-or-looth.html</link><category>rants and ravings</category><category>stupid allusions to quantum physics</category><category>mumbo-jumbo</category><category>absolutely relative</category><category>inane obscurities</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 04:18:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-6478688116830363360</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>Is reality lumpy or smooth?Quantum physicists say lumpy.  String theorists get all tied up in knots about it. M-theorists haven’t got the branes to know. Relativists absolutely understand the gravity of the situation. They find reality to be smoompy, no, smumpy, no, looth. What came first, thought or language? Gotta be thought---you can have thought without language but not language without&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>furiously curious</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/06/furiously-curious.html</link><category>shards of perplexity</category><category>random acts of boredom</category><category>pissweak</category><category>underwhelming</category><category>hellgrown poetry</category><category>crhymes against humanity</category><category>inane obscurities</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 21:45:12 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-1223099726373663502</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>When it's forty degrees in all areas 
and people get sweaty and weary as
they feel the effects deleterious
of all that's strange or mysterious
including frostbitten wisterias
for which cold death's not as serious
as other kinds many and various
as that of the king known as Darius
who was said to be cold and imperious
with teeth all yellow and carious. 
Now ain't that fucking hilarious?
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>statements about nothing</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/06/statements-about-nothing.html</link><category>the traitor word</category><category>meaningslaughter in the first degree</category><category>meaning of words</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>crapola deluxe</category><category>twaddle disguised as twaddle</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 00:57:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-8860342862409806279</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>Each of the statements below has two meanings of which each is opposite to the other. For example, the statement "nothing is nothing" can mean "there is no such thing as nothing, ie nothing does not exist" or "nothing does exist, in the form of the thing we call "nothing"".Nothing isn't everything.Nothing is nothing.Nothing is nothing (except nothing). The smallest thing is nothing.Nothing is the&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>a very sloppy casserole</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-sloppy-casserole.html</link><category>quotidian platitudes</category><category>vot could be verse</category><category>seasonal affective disorder</category><category>angst-ridden</category><category>hellgrown poetry</category><category>phantasmagoria</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 05:45:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-8024448227273327815</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Tears of sadness rain from brooding cloudsSorrows lie cold and deep  in trenchant immensities of silentmonstrous gulfs between seas of stars. Despair howls like a wolfin the lost and lonely places fears creep like thieves  pain's acid etching their faces.Thieves steal like pains  wildfires of panic flash and burnbehind eyes that see nothing butphantasms of stochastic ontology. More than&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>eating moths makes me feel queasy</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/05/eating-moths-makes-me-feel-queasy.html</link><category>shards of perplexity</category><category>aphasic masturbation</category><category>writing in tongues</category><category>twaddle disguised as twaddle</category><category>crhymes against humanity</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 04:08:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-9192476663447917743</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Kids are noisyIn the busEn route to schoolAmong the boys heMakes a fussTo show he’s cool “Teacher sees me,” says our Gus(he plays the fool)”I say ‘Sir, please...’ heLooks at usEn route to school."But feeling queasyEating mothsFrom dusk to dawnIsn’t easyWith no clothsTo wipe the spawn.Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved. refresh / home&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>later darling later</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/04/later-darling-later.html</link><category>shards of perplexity</category><category>puzzles and riddles</category><category>parents and children</category><category>inherently meaningless</category><category>human culture</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:40:26 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-5229006383300172035</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>The process by which a child becomes an adult involves the acquisition of skills that facilitate the child's integration within society and culture. The ability to defer gratification is a good example. But there's a problem: successful acquisition of the skills to defer gratification is itself a source of gratification. And to defer that particular gratification would mean stopping all efforts&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>Noah's comeback</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/04/noahs-comeback-scumback.html</link><category>emotional retardation</category><category>alien nation</category><category>Miss Anne Thropy</category><category>rants and ravings</category><category>none so blind</category><category>species extinction event (SEE)</category><category>human culture</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:27:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-5621777899884629984</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>Is it just me or does anyone else feel that the whole world's gone mad?Well, not the whole world, just the culture of economic growth at any cost with money the goal in all cases. (Economic growth wouldn't be so bad if organisations had to clean up their own messes, pay in full the true costs of their operations and stop pushing their 'externalities' onto the community.)  Of course there are&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]</description></item><item><title>scared of God</title><link>http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com/2009/03/scared-of-god.html</link><category>my big TOE</category><category>gestaltish</category><category>context independence</category><category>knotty labial mindfuck</category><category>Everything That Is (ETI)</category><category>epistemology</category><category>boring gobbledegook</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (masterymistery)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:39:40 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-1970459020540095573</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>Many if not most pantheists lack the courage or the awareness to follow their beliefs wherever they may lead. Weak pantheism identifies "nature" as deity. A stronger pantheism identifies the universe (including nature) as deity. An even stronger pantheism identifies reality (including the universe including nature) as deity. The strongest expression of pantheism identifies Everything That Is (ETI&lt;br/&gt;
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