“Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” (1 Corinthians 2:8, KJV)
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“Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” (1 Corinthians 2:8, KJV)

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“Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” (1 Corinthians 2:8, KJV)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
20because they formerly did not obey, when God’s patience waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was being prepared, in which a few, that is, eight persons, were brought safely through water. 21Baptism, which corresponds to this, now saves you, not as a removal of dirt from the body but as an appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ,
no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it, or the cry of distress. No more shall there be in it an infant that lives but a few days, or an old person who does not live out a lifetime; for one who dies at a hundred years will be considered a youth, and one who falls short of a hundred will be considered accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
a painting of a person standing in the middle of a body of water
a drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with long hair
a painting of a man in a boat looking at a mountain
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
serene landscape with mountains and water
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
“For the priesthood being changed, there is made of necessity a change also of the law. For he of whom these things are spoken pertaineth to another tribe, of which no man gave attendance at the altar. For it is evident that our Lord sprang out of Juda; of which tribe Moses spake nothing concerning priesthood.” (Hebrews 7:12-14, KJV)
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Nayoma washed his bowl and sat down in a meditative state. I’ll meditate first, then practice Bushin no Jutsu, then Body Flicker, then wall walking. After that, I’ll take a cold shower and sleep. He opened his eyes, jumped out of meditation, and formed the hand signs for Clone Jutsu. A puff of smoke appeared, and a clone popped up right in front of him. It wasn’t perfect — its earlobes were stretched oddly — but it was still a success. Well, not so perfect… but with time I’ll correct my mistakes. Hmn, I guess I really had it easier than Naruto. I’m sure even Kibe‑sensei couldn’t do this on his first try. The clone disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving Nayoma standing there, satisfied but already thinking about the next step.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. Compassion is bearing someone else's burden as if it were your own. The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call Him Immanuel which means God with us.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Kadar 6.:Same young rural female entrepreneur with brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a simple green dress, standing in front of her family farm gate. On a wooden table in front of her are jars of bean spread, glass jars with layered bean salads, and small eco paper packages of traditional bean seeds with labels. Warm afternoon light, optimistic atmosphere, cinematic comic illustration, semi-realistic style, detailed, storytelling panel, consistent character design, same face, same hairstyle, same clothing. Add a speech bubble. Speech bubble text in Serbian (ijekavian, Latin script). Use EXACTLY this text. Do not translate: "Prerada i umnožavanje sjemena znače veću dobit." Kadar 7:Same young rural female entrepreneur with brown ponytail and green dress, standing together with other young farmers in front of a rural cooperative building. They are smiling and holding a tablet showing online shop statistics. There are promotional banners, workshop tables with tasting samples, and rural tourism elements in the background. Bright hopeful atmosphere, cinematic comic style, semi-realistic illustration, detailed, storytelling panel, consistent character design, same face, same hairstyle, same clothing. Add a speech bubble. Speech bubble text in Serbian (ijekavian, Latin script). Use EXACTLY this text. Do not translate: "Biljni genetički resursi postaju osnova ruralnog razvoja." Kadar.:Same young rural female entrepreneur standing confidently next to a chalkboard with a written business formula. She is smiling proudly in front of her farm landscape at sunset. Warm golden light, inspirational mood, cinematic comic panel, semi-realistic illustration, detailed, consistent character design, same face, same hairstyle, same clothing. On the chalkboard write in Serbian (ijekavian, Latin script). Use EXACTLY this text. Do not translate: "10 ha × premium cijena × direktna prodaja × prerada = 100 000 KM godišnje prihoda" Add a speech bubble. Speech bubble text in Serbian (ijekavian, Latin script). Use EXACTLY this text. Do not translate: "Nisam izmislila ništa novo. Samo sam sačuvala staro — i pametno ga iskoristila."
A wide-angle, epic and majestic fantasy-realism style illustration for ArtStyles, based on Psalm 92:3, capturing a grand, celestial-inspired musician at dawn. In a mystical, open-air temple balcony under a starry sky with the constellation Aquarius prominently visible as a shimmering water-bearer icon pouring water, a majestic figure with a flowing beard and blue and silver robes (symbolizing Aquarius and music) is seated. Before the figure are two elaborate instruments. One is a unique, gilded and carved wooden harp with a distinct triangular frame, which is explicitly and clearly shown with exactly ten distinct, visible, and countable strings stretched taut. The strings are glistening with cool, deep blue and golden light as the musician plucks them. Nearby, a beautiful, multi-stringed wooden psaltery (a trapezoidal zither-like instrument) sits on a stand, also being played by the other hand. As the musician plays, glowing streams of illuminated, cascading blue and indigo water, visualized as physical music, emanate directly from the vibrating strings of both the ten-string harp and the psaltery. This water-music does not fall as rain, but flows down and out in majestic, powerful, yet gentle streams, just like an outpour from an Aquarian vessel. The water-music pools into a crystal-clear basin below the instruments, and then cascades over a series of carved crystal steps, spreading out across the temple floor and into a valley, illustrating the sound going out. The "solemn sound" is visualized through the deep, rich colors of the flowing water and the light within it, and the steady, powerful, and calming nature of the flow. The atmosphere is solemn, peaceful, and epic. The surrounding architecture is ancient and detailed with astrological symbols of stars and flowing water. In the distant valley, a magnificent city and a winding river are touched by the flowing water-music. No text or labels are on screen. The lighting is early morning gold and blue. Detailed fabric textures and wood grain are visible.