May 2009
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“One surprising result is that if relativism is true, then it is a virtue to be...”
– Dr. Victor Reppert, Ph.D, Relativism and tolerance
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“ Every person has a choice to make in the manner in which he or she lives toward...”
– Jeff Mason, Death and the Art of Living
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April 2009
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“[I] think the use of words like “proper” is what’s bothering...”
– Jason Wehmhoener, in response to a comment that the new FriendFeed user interface wasn’t “proper” design.
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“An implication of utilitarianism that I have never heard discussed much is that...”
– Victor Reppert, Utilitarianism, life, and death
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WatchWatch
Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker. “I’m 35 years old, I am divorced, and I live in a van down by the river.”
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Bill Swersky’s Superfans. “Bears: 31 to -7. Coach Ditka will find a way.”
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i don't know about you but i'm sick of 80 pt,...
furryrabbits: inthefade: “Hi. I make graphics telling people how to lead exciting, fulfilling lives and post them on the internet.” “How…fulfilling.”
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furryrabbits: sometimesagreatnotion: The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for...
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The Dead Man Walking
They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here, A pulseless mould, A pale past picture, screening Ashes gone cold. Not at a minute’s warning, Not in a loud hour, For me ceased Time’s enchantments In hall and bower. There was no tragic transit, No catch of breath, When silent seasons inched me...
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