February 14th, 2005

firesea: self-portrait


Three Hundred Proofs of God's Existence. Very funny, and a practical demonstration of logical fallacies. (from shadesong)

Edible Fruit Bouquets. I'm not much of a flower person, generally; but if anyone wanted to get me one of these bouquets, I'd be theirs forever (as long as it wasn't the chocolate-coverd one!)

Judy Francesconi - Lesbian Fine Art Photography. Discovered her on a trip to the WeHo Grand Opening on Saturday; some of her prints are on display there, and I promptly bought one of her books. You can probably expect to see a new painting from me based on her work in the next few months.

Canon Digital Learning Center, filling in all the odd gaps in my digital photography knowledge. White balance? I had no idea!
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firesea: self-portrait

Why Swinburne is a Gnostic Saint

hee hee hee.

One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:
Surely this is not that: but that is assuredly this.
What and wherefore, and whence? for under is over and under:
If thunder could be without lightning, lighting could be without thunder.

Doubt is faith in the main: but faith, on the whole, is doubt:
We cannot believe by proof: but could we believe without?

Why, and whither, and how? for barley and rye are not clover:
Neither are straight lines curves: yet over is under and over.

Two and two may be four: but four and four are not eight:
Fate and God may be twain: but God is the same thing as fate.

Ask a man what the thinks, and get from a man what he feels:
God, once caught in the fact, shows you a fair pair of heels.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which:
The soul squats down in the flesh, like a tinker drunk in a ditch.

More is the whole than a part: but half is more than the whole:
Clearly, the soul is the body: but is not the body the soul?

One and two are not one: but one and nothing is two:
Truth can hardly be false, if falsehood cannot be true.

Once the mastodon was: pterodactyls were common as cocks:
Then the mammoth was God: now He is a prize ox.

Parallels all things are: yet many of these are askew:
You are certainly I: but certainly I am not you.

Springs the rock from the plain, shoots the stream from the rock:
Cocks exist for the hen: but hens exist for the cock.

God, whom we see not, is: and God, who is not, we see:
Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.

The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell (from the Heptalogia)
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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