brain dump:
i was told i have no givens (as in geometry), everything is philosophical to an extent.
i don't understand my system of thinking, its chained thoughts, but the thoughts often times lack logic.
boy am i glad to be a Christian, in Soviet Russia this blog would be hunted down, i'd be arrested, and maaaan, its tough to even think about what could happen! Respect to all my fellows Russian brothers and sisters in Christ.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thinking: about Belarus.
I would like to express some abstract thoughts. They probably won't make sense, and many won't care unto the subject. In fact, I doubt many will even read my ambiguous ideas. The reason being: they are dangerous (my thoughts). Who knows, perhaps I am the next Pablo Picasso? I can only wish - alright, the serious stuffs.
To be honest, life has changed in a sense. After a blessed trip to Belarus, I can testify that all my SENSES experienced a phase of learning. Little did I know about the Belarus I went to, much did I learn. I drove into Ералаш when I first saw that which used to be my motherland (sort of). It was dusty, junky, and other adjectives I find no point of using. ONE THING FOR SURE IS: people were living there and I wasn't the only one alive.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't on a different planet - these are simply the thoughts I had. Never in my life did I get such traffic of thoughts - I probably rethought every little detail I ever waisted time thinking about. For example shoes. There was a time in my life when I payed much attention to shoes; why? No idea. I felt like I was in Pennsylvania, I guess it was because I go there often, but thats besides the point.
Oh yeah, and if you're wondering about the point of this article... its to entertain the intellectual and express a value I will never be able to put to words. I'd hate to jump to conclusions, but the reader should know that there are things not ever a writer can put on paper or the keyboard - even though the interface is there.
The goal of my trip to Belarus was to tell kids and teenagers about my God. It was a simple task, all I had to work with was ME. I feel that God lets people use their knowledge and faith to preach to the people of this world. Indeed there is much to say about the people I met and how God showed them (and me) His love. But... that thought would go into my [Unexplained category of thoughts] as it refers to my previous paragraph.
And now I am home, in my beloved America. My hobby is to think - hence I sit here behind this 21st century information marvel and say - thanks for reading this blog, you made it to the end!!! (P.S. -I shall continue... later, and, I'm a procrastinator)
To be honest, life has changed in a sense. After a blessed trip to Belarus, I can testify that all my SENSES experienced a phase of learning. Little did I know about the Belarus I went to, much did I learn. I drove into Ералаш when I first saw that which used to be my motherland (sort of). It was dusty, junky, and other adjectives I find no point of using. ONE THING FOR SURE IS: people were living there and I wasn't the only one alive.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't on a different planet - these are simply the thoughts I had. Never in my life did I get such traffic of thoughts - I probably rethought every little detail I ever waisted time thinking about. For example shoes. There was a time in my life when I payed much attention to shoes; why? No idea. I felt like I was in Pennsylvania, I guess it was because I go there often, but thats besides the point.
Oh yeah, and if you're wondering about the point of this article... its to entertain the intellectual and express a value I will never be able to put to words. I'd hate to jump to conclusions, but the reader should know that there are things not ever a writer can put on paper or the keyboard - even though the interface is there.
The goal of my trip to Belarus was to tell kids and teenagers about my God. It was a simple task, all I had to work with was ME. I feel that God lets people use their knowledge and faith to preach to the people of this world. Indeed there is much to say about the people I met and how God showed them (and me) His love. But... that thought would go into my [Unexplained category of thoughts] as it refers to my previous paragraph.
And now I am home, in my beloved America. My hobby is to think - hence I sit here behind this 21st century information marvel and say - thanks for reading this blog, you made it to the end!!! (P.S. -I shall continue... later, and, I'm a procrastinator)
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