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Abba Sisoes, the great ascetic and Desert Father, before the tomb of Alexander, King of
the Greeks, who was once covered in glory. Astonished, he mourns
for the vicissitudes of time and the transience of glory, and
tearfully declaims thus:
The mere sight of you, tomb, dismays me
and causes my heart to shed tears,
as I contemplate the debt we, all men, owe.
How can I possibly stand it?
Oh, death! Who can evade you?
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"God loves us more than a father or a mother or a friend, or anyone
else can love, and even more than we can love ourselves, because He is
concerned more for our salvation than even for his own glory."
+St. John Chrysostom (AD 349-407)
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| i miss xanga. this used to be the record of many a great adventure. now, i have to clean off the rust each time i want to use it. |
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| this fall it looks like i have an art job, split between millersburg and new paris elementary schools. excited? i am. horray for no more subbing! |
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| hey remember that time when i would only smoke camels? hey remember that time when i was broke? i didn't care i just bummed from a friend. |
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