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href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQnk6cCp7ImA9WhRVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7582063526724131420</id><published>2012-01-09T09:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:15:03.718Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T09:15:03.718Z</app:edited><title /><content type="html">The first step to eternal life is you have to die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7582063526724131420?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7582063526724131420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7582063526724131420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-step-to-eternal-life-is-you-have.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08ASX0yfSp7ImA9WhRXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-5052730363469240576</id><published>2011-12-24T17:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:44:08.395Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T19:44:08.395Z</app:edited><title /><content type="html">If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, &lt;br /&gt;which would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-5052730363469240576?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/5052730363469240576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/5052730363469240576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-could-be-either-gods-worst-enemy_24.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGRXg6eCp7ImA9WhRXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-579708704537801474</id><published>2011-12-20T19:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:50:24.610Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T19:50:24.610Z</app:edited><title>The Day I Met God</title><content type="html">I met God across his long walnut desk &lt;br /&gt;with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, &lt;br /&gt;and God asks me, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why did I cause so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, &lt;br /&gt;snowflake of special unique specialness?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at God behind his desk, &lt;br /&gt;taking notes on a pad, &lt;br /&gt;but God's got this all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not special.&lt;br /&gt;We are not crap or trash either. &lt;br /&gt;We just are.&lt;br /&gt;We just are, &lt;br /&gt;and what happens just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God says, &lt;br /&gt;"No, that's not right."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Well. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't teach God anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-579708704537801474?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/579708704537801474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/579708704537801474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-i-met-god.html" title="The Day I Met God" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFSXo9eSp7ImA9WhRXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7455979197002610638</id><published>2011-12-20T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:48:38.461Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T19:48:38.461Z</app:edited><title>We are God’s middle children</title><content type="html">with no special place in history &lt;br /&gt;and no special attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we get God’s attention, &lt;br /&gt;we have no hope for damnation or redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7455979197002610638?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7455979197002610638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7455979197002610638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-gods-middle-children.html" title="We are God’s middle children" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBQXg5fip7ImA9WhRTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-3410375148472936698</id><published>2011-10-31T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:04:10.626Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T18:04:10.626Z</app:edited><title>The Magician</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KghJQ5TNyO0/Tq7jFqMGZkI/AAAAAAAAARY/kGdwu4XTqXs/s1600/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KghJQ5TNyO0/Tq7jFqMGZkI/AAAAAAAAARY/kGdwu4XTqXs/s320/mag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669718667269924418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-3410375148472936698?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/3410375148472936698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/3410375148472936698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/magician_1013.html" title="The Magician" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KghJQ5TNyO0/Tq7jFqMGZkI/AAAAAAAAARY/kGdwu4XTqXs/s72-c/mag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCSXo_eCp7ImA9WhRTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-6126061683787130049</id><published>2011-10-31T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:01:08.440Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T18:01:08.440Z</app:edited><title>The Magician</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsDjr7yeyJY/Tq7iX9XenMI/AAAAAAAAARA/CV-iyv5XxCI/s1600/Tarot_card__The_Magician_by_Zer0s_WS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsDjr7yeyJY/Tq7iX9XenMI/AAAAAAAAARA/CV-iyv5XxCI/s320/Tarot_card__The_Magician_by_Zer0s_WS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669717882143939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-6126061683787130049?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/6126061683787130049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/6126061683787130049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/magician_31.html" title="The Magician" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsDjr7yeyJY/Tq7iX9XenMI/AAAAAAAAARA/CV-iyv5XxCI/s72-c/Tarot_card__The_Magician_by_Zer0s_WS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQEQXw6eyp7ImA9WhRTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-527263900787621004</id><published>2011-10-31T17:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:48:20.213Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T17:48:20.213Z</app:edited><title>The Magician</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhfg4oNBKsM/Tq7ckeZfSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wLH409tINm0/s1600/150px-RWS_Tarot_01_Magician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhfg4oNBKsM/Tq7ckeZfSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wLH409tINm0/s320/150px-RWS_Tarot_01_Magician.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669711500099406290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magician, The Magus, or The Juggler (I) &lt;br /&gt;is the first trump or Major Arcana card in traditional Tarot decks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action — Consciousness — Concentration — Personal power&lt;br /&gt;Practicality — Energy — Creativity — Movement&lt;br /&gt;Precision — Conviction — Manipulation — Self confidence&lt;br /&gt;Being objective — Focusing — Determination — Initiative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A youthful figure in the robe of a magician has the face of the divine Apollo, the sun god, with a confident smile and shining eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Above his head is the mysterious sign of the Holy Spirit, the sign of life, like an endless cord, forming the lemniscate of infinity. &lt;br /&gt;About his waist is a serpent-cincture or girdle, the ouroboros, the serpent devouring its own tail. The ouroboros is an ancient symbol of eternity, eternal becoming, or transmutation and transformation, but in this case it indicates more especially the eternity of attainment in the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;In the Magician's right hand is a wand raised towards heaven, the sky or the element æther, while his left hand is pointing to the earth. This iconographic gesture has multiple meanings, but is endemic to the Mysteries, symbolizing divine immanence, the ability of the magician to bridge the gap between heaven and earth. &lt;br /&gt;On the table in front of the Magician the symbols of the four Tarot suits signify the Classical elements of earth, air, fire and water. &lt;br /&gt;Beneath are roses and lilies, the flos campi and lilium convallium, changed into garden flowers, to show the culture of aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal. &lt;br /&gt;Depending on the card's placement in relation to other cards, the message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something. &lt;br /&gt;There are choices and directions to take. &lt;br /&gt;Guidance can arrive through one's own intuition or in the form of someone who brings about change or transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card can mean that a manipulator is floating around, usually if it's reversed. He may be a beneficent guide, but he does not necessarily have our best interests in mind. &lt;br /&gt;He may also represent the querent’s ego or self awareness. &lt;br /&gt;He can also represent the intoxication of power, both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This card signifies the divine motive in man. &lt;br /&gt;It is also the unity of the individual being on all planes, and in a very high sense it is thought. &lt;br /&gt;With further reference to the "sign of life", i.e. the infinity symbol and its connection with the number 8, it may be remembered that Christian Gnosticism speaks of rebirth in Christ as a change "unto the Ogdoad." &lt;br /&gt;The mystic number is termed Jerusalem above, the Land flowing with Milk and Honey, the Holy Spirit and the Land of the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;According to Martinism, 8 is the number of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other traditions this card can refer to scholarly knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;The Fool (card 0) has learned something about the workings of the world and now sees himself as powerful. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the reputation of the Magician is derived from the Fool misunderstanding what is happening while the High Priestess (the next card) is looking back, thinking that the Magician is missing the point of spiritual knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some schools associate him with Hermes, especially Hermes Trismegistus, a syncretic Egyptian/Greek figure who is a combination of Hermes and of Thoth, a god of the moon, knowledge, and writing. &lt;br /&gt;In this aspect, The Magician guides The Fool through the first step out of the cave of childhood into the sunlight of consciousness, just as Hermes guides Persephone out of the Underworld every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He represents the potential of a new adventure, chosen or thrust upon one. &lt;br /&gt;A journey undertaken in daylight, in the Enlightenment tradition. &lt;br /&gt;He brings things out of the darkness into the light. &lt;br /&gt;He explores the world in order to master it. &lt;br /&gt;He is solar consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is associated through the cross sums (the sum of the digits) with Key 10, The Wheel of Fortune, picking up on Hermes as a Trickster figure and a god of chance, and Key 19, The Sun, bringing us back to Apollo and to enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He embodies the lesson of “as above, so below," the lesson that mastery in one realm may bring mastery in another. &lt;br /&gt;He also warns of the danger of applying lessons from one realm to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magician transcends duality. &lt;br /&gt;He has learned the fundamental elements of the universe, represented by emblems of the four suits of the tarot already broken apart and lying on the table before him. Similarly, in the Book of Thoth deck, he is crowned by snakes, another symbol of both infinity and dualism, as snakes have learned from Gilgamesh how to shed their skins and be reborn, thus achieving a type of immortality; the blind prophet Tiresias split apart coupling snakes and as a result became a woman, transcending the dualism of gender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-527263900787621004?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/527263900787621004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/527263900787621004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/magician.html" title="The Magician" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhfg4oNBKsM/Tq7ckeZfSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wLH409tINm0/s72-c/150px-RWS_Tarot_01_Magician.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GQns5fip7ImA9WhdbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-4720392321156839423</id><published>2011-10-16T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:17:03.526+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T22:17:03.526+01:00</app:edited><title>I don't know if you've ever felt like that</title><content type="html">That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Or just not be aware that you do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think wanting that is very morbid,&lt;br /&gt;but I want it when I get like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-4720392321156839423?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4720392321156839423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4720392321156839423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-if-youve-ever-felt-like.html" title="I don't know if you've ever felt like that" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICR3g8eyp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-2265411657546191533</id><published>2011-10-10T13:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:42:46.673+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:42:46.673+01:00</app:edited><title>Everyone you ever love will reject you or die.</title><content type="html">Everything you ever create will be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-2265411657546191533?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/2265411657546191533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/2265411657546191533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone-you-ever-love-will-reject-you.html" title="Everyone you ever love will reject you or die." /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNR3w7fCp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-3011583887919786767</id><published>2011-10-10T13:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:41:36.204+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:41:36.204+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">on a long enough time line, &lt;br /&gt;the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-3011583887919786767?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/3011583887919786767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/3011583887919786767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-long-enough-time-line-survival-rate.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQHk9fSp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-6491919893325686579</id><published>2011-10-10T13:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:41:21.765+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:41:21.765+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">The best deeds go silently unrewarded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-6491919893325686579?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/6491919893325686579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/6491919893325686579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-deeds-go-silently-unrewarded.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGSXg5cSp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7685860123032859584</id><published>2011-10-10T13:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:40:28.629+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:40:28.629+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">If u want to make a omelette, &lt;br /&gt;you have to break a few eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7685860123032859584?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7685860123032859584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7685860123032859584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-u-want-to-make-omelette-you-have-to.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQAQ3cycCp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7740940663960008208</id><published>2011-10-10T13:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:39:02.998+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T13:39:02.998+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7740940663960008208?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7740940663960008208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7740940663960008208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/10/without-pain-without-sacrifice-we-would.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NQXg5cSp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-777906325971989520</id><published>2011-09-25T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:53:10.629+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T16:53:10.629+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">In the wild you don’t see old animals &lt;br /&gt;because as soon as they age, &lt;br /&gt;animals die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they get sick or slow down, &lt;br /&gt;something stronger kills them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals aren’t meant to get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture has made death something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old animals should be an unnatural exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-777906325971989520?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/777906325971989520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/777906325971989520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-wild-you-dont-see-old-animals.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NSH48fCp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-2808064102085109495</id><published>2011-09-25T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:51:39.074+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T16:51:39.074+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, &lt;br /&gt;closed inside someone else, &lt;br /&gt;when you see how everything you can ever accomplish &lt;br /&gt;will end up as trash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen heros ones we love &lt;br /&gt;and even those we don't like &lt;br /&gt;returned to ashes and soap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-2808064102085109495?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/2808064102085109495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/2808064102085109495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/09/crying-is-right-at-hand-in-smothering.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANRX48fyp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7739975243784745907</id><published>2011-09-25T16:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:49:54.077+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T16:49:54.077+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">What's worse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell or nothing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7739975243784745907?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7739975243784745907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7739975243784745907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-worse-hell-or-nothing-where-would.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGSH4zcCp7ImA9WhdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-8481490642603675915</id><published>2011-09-25T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:40:29.088+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T16:40:29.088+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">The wealthy and the poor have this in common, &lt;br /&gt;they worship money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One as what they feel they can't live without, &lt;br /&gt;one who covets endlessly &lt;br /&gt;and can't stop thinking of what they don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-8481490642603675915?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/8481490642603675915?v=2" /><link rel="self" 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their lives &lt;br /&gt;for a scrap of ribbon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-4685032032975627515?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4685032032975627515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4685032032975627515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/09/napoleon-bragged-that-he-could-train.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARX85fip7ImA9WhdWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-8263689693833442036</id><published>2011-09-12T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:44:04.126+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T23:44:04.126+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">We don’t have a great war in our generation, &lt;br /&gt;or a great depression, &lt;br /&gt;but we do, &lt;br /&gt;we have a great war of the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a great revolution against the culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great depression is our lives. &lt;br /&gt;We have a spiritual depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, &lt;br /&gt;and show them courage by frightening them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-8263689693833442036?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/8263689693833442036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/8263689693833442036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-dont-have-great-war-in-our.html" title="" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NQH85eCp7ImA9WhdXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-7715705444341637965</id><published>2011-08-29T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:13:11.120+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T23:13:11.120+01:00</app:edited><title>you're not how much money you've got in the bank.</title><content type="html">You're not your job. 
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&lt;br /&gt;You're not your family, 
&lt;br /&gt;and you're not who you tell yourself.... 
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&lt;br /&gt;You're not your name.... 
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&lt;br /&gt;You're not your problems.... 
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&lt;br /&gt;You're not your age.... 
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&lt;br /&gt;You are not your hopes
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-7715705444341637965?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7715705444341637965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/7715705444341637965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-not-how-much-money-youve-got-in.html" title="you're not how much money you've got in the bank." /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08AQX88eyp7ImA9WhdQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-8051301171031948296</id><published>2011-08-17T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:57:20.173+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T23:57:20.173+01:00</app:edited><title>Holly Valance dancing naked in Kiss Kiss video</title><content type="html">Holly Valance dancing naked in Kiss Kiss video
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&lt;br /&gt;Holly Valance will appear on Strictly Come Dancing - but here she is dancing naked, apparently nude in the Kiss Kiss video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-8051301171031948296?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/8051301171031948296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/8051301171031948296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/08/holly-valance_17.html" title="Holly Valance dancing naked in Kiss Kiss video" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ppl1OQ3QXVk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGRHo4fyp7ImA9WhdQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-4873072244695434503</id><published>2011-08-17T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:18:45.437+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T23:18:45.437+01:00</app:edited><title>Holly Valance</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK1AroJ_-C0/Tkw-QducVzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SCiLfj6lSVc/s1600/holly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK1AroJ_-C0/Tkw-QducVzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SCiLfj6lSVc/s320/holly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952885766641458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Holly Valance, the Australian pop star-turned-actress, has signed up to be a contestant on the next series of BBC's 'Strictly Come Dancing'
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&lt;br /&gt;Holly Rachel Vukadinović
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&lt;br /&gt; better known by her stage name Holly Valance, 
&lt;br /&gt;an Australian model, actress and singer. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Holly Valance began her career as Felicity "Flick" Scully on the Australian soap opera Neighbours. 
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&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, she released her debut album, Footprints, which yielded the international number-one hit single "Kiss Kiss".
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe nothing just because someone else believes it. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-4675015557328591019?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4675015557328591019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4675015557328591019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/08/believe-nothing-just-because-so-called.html" title="Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it." /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DSXs9eCp7ImA9WhdREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-4108388097964830932</id><published>2011-08-01T07:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T07:57:58.560+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T07:57:58.560+01:00</app:edited><title>Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated</title><content type="html">You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-4108388097964830932?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4108388097964830932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4108388097964830932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-be-afraid-to-take-big-step-if-one.html" title="Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIMQXg4eip7ImA9WhdSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946520520646088725.post-4147087773258512305</id><published>2011-07-24T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:43:00.632+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T10:43:00.632+01:00</app:edited><title>Do not pursue what is illusory</title><content type="html">- property and position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is gained at the expense of your nerves decade after decade &lt;br /&gt;and can be confiscated in one fell night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with a steady superiority over life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of misfortune, &lt;br /&gt;and do not yearn after happiness; &lt;br /&gt;it is after all, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter doesn't last forever, &lt;br /&gt;and the sweet never fills the cup to overflowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5946520520646088725-4147087773258512305?l=vassago-vassago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4147087773258512305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5946520520646088725/posts/default/4147087773258512305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vassago-vassago.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-not-pursue-what-is-illusory.html" title="Do not pursue what is illusory" /><author><name>Vassago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07899279483586474442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxfD_kiQEeg/SUjPtYQRRAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gsvh3pAWtgI/S220/vassago.gif" /></author></entry></feed>

