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GOD WANTS ME TO TELL YOU... Everything that is going wrong in your life today shall be well with you this year. You have been destined to make it and you shall surely achieve all your goals this year. For the remaining months of this year (2008), all your agonies will be diverted and victory and prosperity will be incoming in abundance. Today God has confirmed the end of your sufferings, sorrows, and pains because HE that sits on the throne has remembered you. He has taken away the hardships and given you JOY. He will never let you down. I knocked at heaven's door this morning, God asked me... My child! What can I do for you? And I said, "Father, please protect and bless the person reading this message"... God smiled and answered... Request granted. If you believe this message, send it to seven people and the one who sent it to you. By doing this you have succeeded in praying for many people today . If you do not forward, the prayer will stop.

I will build you with stones of turquoise

In the still air the music lies unheard In the rough marble beauty leas unseen To make the music and the beauty needs The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen great master touch us with your skillful hands Let not the music that is in us die Great sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let Hidden and lost your form within us lie

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reason

Jupiter has bestowed far more passion than reason – you could calculate the ratio 24 to 1. He set up two raging tyrants in opposition to reason’s solitary power: anger and lust. How far reason can prevail against the combined power of these two, the common life of man makes quite clear. Reason does the only thing she can and shouts herself hoarse, repeating formulas of virtue, while the other two bid her go hang herself, and are increasingly noisy and offensive, until their last ruler is exhausted, gives up and surrenders. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies that apprehends more than cool reason comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact: one sees more devils than the vast hell can hold; that is the madman: the lover, all as frantic; sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt: the poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling doth glance from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the form of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and a name. -William Shakespeare.

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the guy called ME

love me ... That is the wisest decision you ever made

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