Wednesday, July 23, 2014

REALITY

Snippet
People Invented Games because reality Sucks 
Scripture
 The author: Solomon[a] of Jerusalem, King David’s son, “The Preacher.”
In my opinion, nothing is worthwhile; everything is futile. For what does a man get for all his hard work?
Generations come and go, but it makes no difference.[b] The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south and north, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowhere.* The rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full, and the water returns again to the rivers and flows again to the sea . . . everything is unutterably weary and tiresome. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied; no matter how much we hear, we are not content.  Ecclesiastes 1:1-11 TLB

Song
Icons for Hire Cynics & Critics

We’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap you hands like this
‘Cause the rest of us are wondering
What on earth we missed
If you’re happy and you know it
Stomp your feet real loud
The rest of could use some cheering up right now
Oh please, shoot us up
With something shiny and quick
We like our thrills dirt cheap
And our irony thick
Oh whatever, never mind,
We’re just crying for help
I guess we’ll heal the old fashioned way
And do it ourselves
Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we’ve got
Oh we do what we’ve been taught
We’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Sometimes i think we push your buttons just for fun
Sometimes i think our kind of crazy has already been done
We’re a copy of a copy, everything we swore we’d not be
Yeah, the truth hurts, but it hasn’t stung enough to stop me
Oh please, can’t you give us 
something better than this
we’ve built up a tolerance
to all your veteran tricks
you’re busy smiling on cue,
when you don’t have a clue
we’re a mess and we know it,
we want you to know too
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
oh this is all we’ve got
oh we do what we’ve been taught
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we not critics, we just hate it all anyway
if you’re happy and you know it
then there might be something wrong with you
what’s the point in holding on
when all of us don’t want you to
it’d make us feel better,
knowing you’d be stuck forever
sick minds stick together
we can stay sick forever
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we’re not critics, we just hate it all
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
oh this is all we’ve got
oh we do what we’ve been taught
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
we’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
we’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Sentence Prayer
God our Judge and Teacher.
let us not waste time when the day is done
in guilt or self reproach.
Give us rather the courage
to face whatever has been.
accept forgiveness, and move on to something better.  Amen

A New Zealand Prayer Book 118

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