You were running a good race. Who cut in on you and kept you from obeying the truth?
Well, actually mate, you did it all on your own.
Somewhere in the noise is a song. Somewhere in the cacophony is a melody—a sweet sound. The ensemble is our attempt to discover the rhythms, the groanings and the eureka moments of life amongst the noise.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Premature celebration
Ensemblee_ Simon Elliott at 10:21 AM
Labels: HUMOUR, TRIVIAL PURSUITS
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whats that story i remember about an over-confident preacher who approached the pulpit like a star and left like a fool - "if you got up like you'd got down, maybe you'd have got down like you got up"
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