Saturday, August 9, 2008

Prostate Cancer Treatment

Angeles

"The human soul has an innate disposition to shed his human nature to dress in the nature of angels and become a real angel for one moment in time, a moment that comes and goes as fast as the flutter of an eyelid. Then, the soul regains his human nature, once it has received, in the world of angels, a message that has to take his own human species

Ibn Khaldun (1332-1406)

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Female Teacher Paddled Me On The Butt

of Nomadic and Virtual Memory Pathfinder

"civilization is the city and the city is the richness, abundance, life superfluous luxury, lust. Nomadism rough under the stars is the perennial source of historical life why is life reduced to what is necessary. The semi-savage, nomadic barbarians are the only men with conditions to conquer and dominate.

The nomads are more virtuous, more courageous that settled in the city, state and lost the courage up because they live with an excess of security, those born under that order, contributes to tame them and weaken them.

Hunger is the desert state of mind, she shapes lean muscle and elastic, and promptly determined soul, which in principle is the enemy of inertia, instigator of pure action and speed.

historical life cycle is thus throwing the man into luxury and that it vanishes, the force operator company runs out in three generations with new invasive form the zodiac of the story: the founder, curator, imitator and the destroyer. "

Ortega y Gasset in" Ibn Khaldun reveals the secret, "says Al-Muqaddimah book of Ibn Khaldun

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Yellow And Gold Metal Cores Scooter Wheels



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This time, our time is literally virtual. What will remain of us for posterity? Our world and our lives are minutely described, analyzed, stored in millions of tiny electronic boxes, readable only for us and our time and that are increasingly obsolete in a hurry. Within a few years our only lasting record of existence in the garbage may be stacked that refuses to go away or maybe in a couple of self-improvement books, unfortunately just as impossible to break.

Men usually keep only memory that affects them and are passionate about, forgetting the other situations, and modernity strives for failing to passion. Eliminate the spontaneous and essentially becomes the most efficient way of organizing and labeling everything, and we must accept that our world how important is efficiency.

do not know if this is the first time in history this has happened. Perhaps there were other companies in the past also virtual which we can not know anything, ever. It clear that I do not say that we are worthy to remember and our memory loss is no more a blessing than a curse for future generations, but there's always hope that what has been achieved today will be remembered by other people and other times, not been so wrong.

witnessing it, the fire of our own Library of Alexandria, our burning of books of Emperor Shi Huang Di, induced, desired and achieved by ourselves. This same complaint there just lost in a sea impossible to play that, unlike other intangible ocean, devoid of any faith. Our virtual world, perfectly sterile and orderly, it tends to evaporate on the same fickleness that alcohol and we rejoice drunken unconsciousness.

lasts for what I should do, or what I can.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Benefits Of Eating Gold



"And he kissed me with the kisses of his mouth, and his love was more delicious than wine, and hors were their perfumes smell, and it was beautiful the neck between pearls and earrings cheeks, how beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful you are, your eyes are doves (said), show me your face, let me hear your voice because your voice is smooth and your lovely face, I've gone mad love, my sister, a look was enough, only one of your necklace, to go mad, oozing honeycomb are your lips, your tongue contains treasures of milk and honey, your breath tastes like apples, thy breasts to clusters of grapes, Your mouth pours a fine wine that is poured between the teeth and lips intoxicating in an instant my heart love [...]"

Umberto Eco "The Name of the Rose"

Friday, March 28, 2008

Good Gifts For Stroke Victims




@Rod Mast