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Even if YOU don't know what faith you are, Belief-O-MaticTM knows. Answer 20 questions about your concept of God, the afterlife, human nature, and more, and Belief-O-Matic™ will tell you what religion (if any) you practice…or ought to consider practicing.

1. Theravada Buddhism (100%) (nie no az tak bardzo sadzac po opisie to sie nie zgadzamy)
2. Unitarian Universalism (96%)
3. Mahayana Buddhism (86%)
4. Liberal Quakers (77%)
5. Neo-Pagan (77%) (lulz)
6. Secular Humanism (77%)
7. New Age (70%)
8. Taoism (68%)
9. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (64%)
10. Sikhism (64%)
11. Hinduism (62%)
12. New Thought…

Pszehodząc pszypadkowo pszez ćeńisty pasaż,
mimo palm kiwającyh śę jak senny palec
zobaczyłem kobietę, kturą rąbał masaż
i układał na ladźe kawał po kawale

Kszyczały na gałęźah żułte ptaki timur
Kołysały głowami i muwiły tata
Pszez zapah ciał kobiecyh ostszejszy od dymu
stuk rytmiczny tasaka jęczał i dolatał

Zeskoczyły w podskokach shody z karku pięter
Biły głową o śćanę i nie mogły trafić
kiedy wybiły otwur wyszedłem nim lente
i na placu olbżymim połknęła mńe gawiedź

Whodżiły blade pańe do ćemnych garsonjer
rospinały w pośpiehu bluzki pod żakietem
gdy z zapalonym lontem na barkah kanońer
stszeliłem z głowy w ńebo…

Legacy, estate - today's principal activities are alchemy and archaelogy. The idea is that, if you pick out the best bits of the past, combine them, mix and match them, dust them down and restore them fondly, then the result will be something better. Take a little Can, pluck out the eyes of Grace Jones, warmed-up Kraftwerk, siphon off the froth of Aretha Franklin's 'passion', snatch a little Glitter leather and smear a fingerful of Bowie mascara, ignite with the spark of a torch song, and you've got - Eurythmics!

(…)

The whole Creation aesthetic…

One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock. Then there was a long field that came sloping down off a hill. The field was covered with green grass and bushes. On top of the hill there was a grove of talkk, dark trees. At a distance I saw waterfall come puring down off the hill. It was long and white and I could almost feel its cold spray.
There must be a creek there,…

All Western faith and good faith become engaged in this wager on representation: that a sign could refer to the depth of meaning, that a sign could be exchanged for meaning and that something could guarantee this exchange - God of course. But what if God himself can be simulated, that is to say can be reduced to the signs that constitute faith? Then the whole system becomes weightless, it is no longer itself anything but a gigantic simulacrum - not unreal, but a simulacrum, that is to say never exchanged for the real, but exchanged for itself, in an…

I AM BELOVED and she is mine. I see her take flowers away from leaves __ she puts them in a round basket __ the leaves are not for her __ she fills the basket __ she opens the grass __ I would help her but the clouds are in the way __ how can I say things that are pictures __ I am not separate from her __ there is no place where I stop __ her face is my own and I want to be there in the place where her face is and to be looking at…

Of course, the Old Ones don't like it.

The old ones? I asked.

No, he said, Old Ones. It's capitalized. Funny chaps. Like great starfish-headed barrels, with filmy great wings that they fly through space with.

Fly through space? Fly? I was shocked. I didn't think anybody flew these days. Why bother when one can sluggle, eh? I could see why they called them the old ones. Pardon, Old Ones.

What do these Old Ones do? I asked the King.

(I'll tell you all about sluggling later, Whateley. Pointless, though. You lack wnaisngh'ang. Although perhaps badminton equipment would do almost…

"Do you know what dreams are?" she asked quietly, and then immediately began to answer her own question. "They are parasites-maggots of the mind and soul, feeding on the mind and soul as ordinary maggots feed on the body. And their feeding on the mind and soul in turn gnaws away at the body, which in turn again affects the mind and the soul, and so on until death. These things cannot be separated, nor can anything else. Because everything is terribly inseparable and affects every other thing. Even the most alien things are connected together with every other thing.…

Dawne, zapomniane dzieje, dawne wstydy i dawna nienawiść pukały do mnie, jak dzięcioł kuje zimą zmarzłe i bezlistne drzewa, kiwały na mnie zza węgła grubym brzydkim palcem. O, jakiż byłem ubogi obecnie jak zmyty na żwir ciągłą wodą, gdzież przepadły strach, obawa, wstyd i skrępowanie? Zaraz - nie dopowiadałem tych pytań drażliwych - czyżbym zmarnował życie? Czy tylko grzech, tylko brud jest głęboki? Czy głębia siedzi za brudnym paznokciem? I bezmyślnie palcem pisałem szybie: "Biada temu, kto porzuci swój brud dla cudzych czystości, brud jest zawsze swój, czystość zawsze cudza".

I myślałem pobieżnie o sprawach zamglonych, jako to…

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