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For de menneskene var jo noe tilfeldig. Fordi hun var som hun var, hadde allting hendt. Hennes sinn måtte svaie og bøye seg villsomt for et pust en dag, fordi det hadde vokst i været så rankt og spedt. Og han selv hadde trodd hun kunne vokse som et tre vokser, og han hadde ikke forstått, hun grodde bare som en blomst, en skjør og saftfull stengel, som higer i været for å få sol og få slå ut i blomst med alle sine tunge, lengselsfulle knopper. Bare en liten pike hadde hun vært, hun og. Og det skulle være den evige sorg i hans sinn, at han hadde ikke sett det før det var for sent.

For hun kunne ikke rette seg igjen, når hun engang var blitt knekket. Hun var likesom en liljeblomst, og de kan ikke skyte fra roten igjen hvis den første stengelen ble brutt. Intet var det i hennes vesen av smidig og frodig. Men slik hun var, elsket han henne.

Vår kropp er animalsk, men vår higen er guddommelig. Våre hormoner har brutt den biologiske barriere som gjelder for dyrenes verden. De skaper uoppfyllbare ønsker, urealiserbare drømmer, uslukkelige lengsler.

De gamle dagers livgivende moralkilder er tørket ut, og sivet ned i glemselens sand. Det finnes ikke noe å øse opp, finnes ikke noe svalende sted. Det gis ikke noe eksempel til etterfølgelse. Det finnes ingen inspirasjon. Det er natt. Likegyldighetens, apatiens, kaosets natt.

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mens vi kan

når vi dør
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med oss

Jeg var ren til mine instinkter våknet, og ble ren igjen da de langsomt begynte å sovne. Min syndefulle periode har omfattet noen titall år fylt av stormfulle biologiske krav. En ukjent forsker har innpodet instinkter og lyster i meg, for senere å observere hva resultatet ville bli. Jeg har vært en prøvekanin. Er kaninen ansvarlig for eksperimentene som drives med den?

But what is so magnificent, so philanthropic in his case, is that when [Montesqieu] posed this question: "How should I live?" he did not insist on following it up with: "This is how you should live!"

Jeg satte meg i den fuktige sanden og lot sandkornene gli mellom fingrene mine. Den ene, lille håndfullen rommet titusener av sandkorn, hvert av dem en verden i seg selv.

Etter å ha gått langt og lenger enn langt, skimtet vi Oscar IIs kapell i det fjerne. Det lille kapellet ble reist i 1869 for at de russiske fiskerne skulle vite hvor grensen gikk, som et fredelig alternativ til å sette inn et krigsskip i grensefarvannet, ...

Twilight on the frozen lake
North wind about to break
On footprints in the snow
Silence down below

Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

When I pick up the Essais, the printed paper dissolves in the half-light of the room. Someone breathes, someone lives in me, a stranger has approached me, and now he is no longer a stranger, but an intimate, a friend.

Vi står også i Vesten [...] overfor en grunnleggende oppgave, nemlig overalt å gjøre motstand mot den irrasjonelle fremrykningen av den anonyme, upersonlige makten hos Ideologier, Systemer, Apparater, Byråkratiet, Artifisielle sprog og Politiske slagord. Vi må gjøre motstand mot maktens mangesidige og totale fremmedgjørende trykk, enten nå dette gir seg uttrykk i konsumpsjon, reklame, represjon, teknologi eller fraser.

Václav Havel

Hos oss har vi alle rett til å ha egne meninger. Det foreligger i denne forbindelse et sannhetskrav, eller et ansvar, nemlig å avvise meninger som måtte være forbundet med benektelse av ubestridelige kjennsgjerninger. I et land [...] står enhver borger overfor valget mellom å godta de offisielle løgnene eller å leve i sannhet. Den som føler sitt ansvar, er henvist til å måtte velge denne vei, på tross av de byrder dette måtte medføre for hans eget liv.

Václav Havel

Moren hadde en gang sagt til henne at noen av de menneskene du møter, skal være en del av livet ditt så lenge du lever (...)

Av og til må man tro på noe selv om man ikke kan se det.

Jeg kan godt begripe at for et par årtusen tilbake, da man betraktet jorden som verdens midtpunkt, var det mulig å betrakte myten om Jesus som Guds sønn som om det var en historisk sannhet. Nå vet vi at hva vi kaller Melkeveien er en galakse med omkring 1000 milliarder fiksstjerner. Vi vet ennvidere at det er flere tusen milliarder slike galakser. Det er i hvert fall noe vanskelig for oss å skulle begripe at den eller det som skapte dette kosmos, for snaue to tusen år siden tok bolig i et menneske, som ble korsfestet for at vi skulle frelses fra våre synder, og så gjenoppsto fra de døde.

I belong to the Presbyterian church and we had
everything in order.
When we went to church, everything was written down
on paper.
The pastor read one part and we read the other part.
We knew when to stand, when to sit, when to pray
and when to sing.
I really thanked God for, and appreciated, that order
in my church.

We also had love.
Or I should say, we had a little bit of love!
When someone smiled at us, we smiled back.
We learned to love people if they loved us.
And if they didn’t love us, we didn’t love them too much.

But in my church, we had no power at all.
When the revival came, God gave us all the gifts
of the Holy Spirit, as well as power and love and order.

Our pastor often said to us, “Since God gave the Holy
Spirit to the church 2,000 years ago; if you are a member
of the church, automatically you receive the baptism
of the Holy Spirit.”
..That night the Lord began to open our eyes that
it isn’t an automatic thing.

/

We have too many boxes in our churches today
in which to put the various Scriptures:
This box is for a verse telling what happened centuries ago.
Another box is for verses telling what can happen today,
but only under certain circumstances.
These verses are for the Jews alone, so they go in
another box. We have put the Bible in so many boxes
that we have lost most of its message and meaning.

The Bible is simple. It is for us today. And it is as true
for us as it was for people living 2,000 years ago.
God wants to confirm it through our lives today.
If everything in the Bible isn’t true, then nothing is.

I thank God that when the revival started, He helped us see
the Bible in a very simple way. The trouble with most of us
is that we have to figure out everything with our minds,
our little computers..
When we read in Mark 16:9-20 about these signs and wonders,
many say, “Oh, but we haven’t found these verses in all the
ancient manuscripts. Because they aren’t in all the ancient
manuscripts, we had better put them in another box
and shut the lid on them.”

What about I Corinthians 12 ?
[ motivering om forstandig bruk av Åndsgaver i forsamlingen,
i gjensidig respekt, til gagnlighet for alle ]
“Paul recorded this because the church was very small
and just being established,” many say.
“They were weak and needed these gifts. Today we have
big churches and Big men in them and everything runs well,
so we don’t need supernatural gifts.”
And this chapter is put in another box.

Then we read I Corinthians 13 and say, “Oh, yes, that’s
what we need — love! Love is the best gift.”

Then we come to I Corinthians 14
[mer inngående regler om utfoldelse av Åndens gaver
i forsamlingen, unngå uorden ]
and decide that these things
aren’t very important: Since we have love, we have everything,
and we don’t need anything else. So we put I Corinthians 14
in a box.
However, the Bible doesn’t explain it that way.
The Spirit of God is the Spirit of power, love and order.

/

Praise God who said, “They shall cast out devils in My name.”
I’m glad that at that moment the team wasn’t thinking about
what the scholars were saying, but were trusting in what Jesus
had said. The team just sat there and waited. They looked at
one another, smiled and praised Jesus.
Soon the head pagan priest began to tremble.

Then he began to cry. And then he said, “Brothers, sirs,
I want your God, Jesus, right now.”
It was such a quick transformation, the team members
didn’t know what to say.

“Why did you change your mind, sir?” one of them finally asked.
“Oh, Jesus is more powerful than the devils,” he replied.

“How do you know that?” one of the team members asked.
“I am a pagan priest,” he replied.
“I have talked with the devils. I know many of them by name.”
Then he started to cry, and couldn’t control himself.

“What is the matter? We don’t know what is going on,”
someone in the team said.
“Yes, Yes, I know,” the pagan priest replied.
“But when you prayed in the name of Jesus, and bound all
the demonic power here and commanded them to flee,
do you know what happened?”
“No,” the team said, “we don’t know what happened. You just
tell us what happened.”
“I tell you,” said the priest, “I saw with my own eyes and I
heard with my own ears all the demonic power that has ruled
this village:
They just gathered together, one by one, from the biggest to
the smallest, and they ran away crying, ‘Jesus won’t permit us
to stay here. We must go because Jesus wants these people.’
Jesus must be a tremendous God. I want to know Jesus.”

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MEL TARI - 'like a mighty wind' isbn 0-88419-080-3
Creation House / Shuzia.com 182 s. ( 1971 )

In [Montaigne] I see the ancestor, the protector and the friend of each "homme libre [frie menneske] on earth, the most adept master at this new yet eternal science, the preserving of oneself above all other concerns.