"They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
-William Penn, from More Fruits of Solitude
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as time has passed, it is time to update my about me i s'pose. these things are all always changing. so here and there "i" need to be updated, tweaked, re-worded, etc.
i am married; i have a dog named conan (the barbarian... not o'brien); i am an 80's child; i still remember the Bears 85 superbowl; i work in financial aid; i have a degree; i LOVE music; i love my family (conan included); i love my friends; i love meeting new and interesting people; i love camping, the outdoors, etc; i don't really dance; i go to a lot of concerts; i laugh loudly; i don't believe that courtney love killed kurt cobain; i am obsessed with law and order, criminal intent; i like puzzle games; i quit smoking, but i have weak moments; i drink lots of tea; i work a lot, really, a lot; i like to travel; i still love christmas; i love puppies and all things fuzzy and cute; i don't know what a chicago accent is, but i have been told that i have one; i type super fast; i love gummi bears; i like art; i am afraid of the dark......
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"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."
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"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever."
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