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- Damien
- I like words, images, graphic design, well-turned phrases, doodling, humor and profundity. These are found in every quarter and I'm always on the hunt. I was rescued (in November, 1974) from guilt and a stubborn irrational belief in an impersonal chance universe (with the accompanying hopelessness). I'm now convinced that nothing is more obvious or worthy of our attention than our Creator and the one true ancient path. Only Jesus has the words of everlasting life. Like John Newton "I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see."
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- Come forth into the light of things, let natur...
- You can give without loving, but you cannot lo...
- He hangs the earth on nothing. -Job 26:7
- It's never the wrong time to call on Toad. E...
- I have made it a rule never to smoke more th...
- Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday ...
- pablo picasso Time ripens all things; no man is...
- A true friend stabs you in the front. -Oscar ...
- Love must be as much a light as it is a flame...
- Lodovico Mazzolino All who heard him were amaz...
- It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was...
- What we play is life. -Louis Armstrong
- His mercies are new every morning. -Lamentati...
- The past is always a rebuke to the present. ...
- What I dream of is an art of balance. -Henri...
- The poets have been mysteriously silent on th...
- For my flesh is true food, and my blood is tru...
- I just don't know what to do with myself. -Wh...
- A good meal ought to begin with hunger. -Fre...
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