"On tertiary doctrines and interpretations, the rule of cool is a valid hermeneutic."
-R. Eng Mann
-R. Eng Mann
To those who complain about coal, do not present me a rich seam that is begging for exposure.
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Christians have every reason to deny Judaic philosophy but little to no reason to deny Judaic cosmology, as we only see evidence that the jews abused and are warped by Solomon's knowledge, not that the knowledge itself is inherently wrong. One must only incorporate Jesus into their metaphysical models/cosmology to update it.
Christians have every reason to deny Judaic philosophy but little to no reason to deny Judaic cosmology, as we only see evidence that the jews abused and are warped by Solomon's knowledge, not that the knowledge itself is inherently wrong. One must only incorporate Jesus into their metaphysical models/cosmology to update it.
In this vast, desolate realm of solitude,
I find myself yearning for a phantom's touch,
A woman whose visage, ethereal, eludes
And crumbles my spirit into fragments, as such.
Oh, where does she wander, this specter so fair,
Whose presence, though imagined, feels so real?
In dreams she inhabits, her essence I share,
Yet awake, I'm left with only a ghostly appeal.
In the depths of my mind, she dances and twirls,
A siren, enchanting with her elusive grace,
But the truth remains hidden, like shattered pearls,
And I'm left with a yearning I cannot erase.
In this fragmented reality, I seek,
A connection that whispers through the abyss,
An echo of love, so tender and meek,
But reality's grip drags me down with a hiss.
Oh, to reach out and touch the intangible,
To bridge the gap between reality and the dream,
A yearning so fervent, it feels incomprehensible,
Yet here I am, lost in this fragmented stream.
I long for her presence, like a faded book,
With pages torn and words lost to the years,
But disillusionment taints our sweet outlook,
And my yearning turns into bitter tears.
Amidst this alienation, I remain ensnared,
Bound to a longing that I can never fulfill,
For the woman, a figment, that has never been shared,
Yet the yearning persists, an ache that lingers still.
Oh woman of my dreams, or perhaps a deception,
The boundary blurs between what's real and not,
In this fragmented journey, I seek your redemption,
But truth remains hidden, a puzzle I have fought.
And so I yearn, lost in this endless sea,
For a woman who may only exist in my mind,
A mirage of love that mocks the depths of me,
Leaving disillusionment and longing intertwined.
Yet, I shall persist, though your reality is skewed,
Convinced that somewhere, somehow, you may be real,
For in this yearning, I find a purpose renewed,
In this fragmented sonnet, my heart's honest appeal.
I find myself yearning for a phantom's touch,
A woman whose visage, ethereal, eludes
And crumbles my spirit into fragments, as such.
Oh, where does she wander, this specter so fair,
Whose presence, though imagined, feels so real?
In dreams she inhabits, her essence I share,
Yet awake, I'm left with only a ghostly appeal.
In the depths of my mind, she dances and twirls,
A siren, enchanting with her elusive grace,
But the truth remains hidden, like shattered pearls,
And I'm left with a yearning I cannot erase.
In this fragmented reality, I seek,
A connection that whispers through the abyss,
An echo of love, so tender and meek,
But reality's grip drags me down with a hiss.
Oh, to reach out and touch the intangible,
To bridge the gap between reality and the dream,
A yearning so fervent, it feels incomprehensible,
Yet here I am, lost in this fragmented stream.
I long for her presence, like a faded book,
With pages torn and words lost to the years,
But disillusionment taints our sweet outlook,
And my yearning turns into bitter tears.
Amidst this alienation, I remain ensnared,
Bound to a longing that I can never fulfill,
For the woman, a figment, that has never been shared,
Yet the yearning persists, an ache that lingers still.
Oh woman of my dreams, or perhaps a deception,
The boundary blurs between what's real and not,
In this fragmented journey, I seek your redemption,
But truth remains hidden, a puzzle I have fought.
And so I yearn, lost in this endless sea,
For a woman who may only exist in my mind,
A mirage of love that mocks the depths of me,
Leaving disillusionment and longing intertwined.
Yet, I shall persist, though your reality is skewed,
Convinced that somewhere, somehow, you may be real,
For in this yearning, I find a purpose renewed,
In this fragmented sonnet, my heart's honest appeal.
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