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These are some pretty old posts! I don't blog that much any more, but if they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can go back to the homepage to see some more recent stuff.

Coloured Lights in the Darkness

Written on Saturday 24 May 2003

Sitting on the windowsill, staring out at the funfair lights across the water, and dreaming… It’s a brief rest from the weekend’s business. A meal out yesterday, barbecue and five visitors to the house tomorrow, Trawler Race Day on Monday, to Bournemouth for the night on Tuesday, then back to...

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Cards with Changing Faces

Written on Thursday 22 May 2003

I got some new Tarot cards today - for once, a normal set. I’ve gotta say, I’m really impressed. The deck’s called the Celtic Dragon Tarot, and the artwork is very nice indeed! Looking at them though, reminded me of the deck I made for myself, just over a year...

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The Nature of Barbecues

Written on Monday 12 May 2003

Well, about 2 o’clock this afternoon we decided to have a barbecue. About 1 o’clock in the morning, I’m sitting on the stairs in our house, listening to Bob Dylan and swigging Scrumpy straight from the bottle. And I’ve got to go to work tomorrow morning. Well, this morning really....

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The Nature of God

Written on Saturday 10 May 2003

The word “God” means “That of which nothing greater can be concieved”. So, the greatest thing there is, is existence itself. The universe, multiverse, or whatever proves to be the whole of existence. I’ve never really liked God being represented as a big bloke with a beard or anything like...

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In Memoriam

Written on Monday 5 May 2003

“I make my back, to the hometown that looks just the same. The schools and the factories, standing alone still remain. But the faces have changed, and the ones that I knew are gone. And I hear the laughter and voices still echo my name…“ — Celtus, “Rosa-Ree” The places...

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Burning Dreams, Fallen Worlds

Written on Monday 5 May 2003

Our minds are nothing. Formless, timeless, existing within ourselves as a paradox, something more than the sum of its parts. They are “us”, but without the physical components of ourselves, they cannot function. All is silent, untouchable, odourless, tasteless… dark… Igni But within our minds exists something very special. We...

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Nothing Changes

Written on Saturday 3 May 2003

The Moment of Truth has Begun. “It’s just another day, and in an ordinary way, nothing changes.” — Celtus, “Changes” Springtime, midday sun, and a train journey wrapped in thought. Wherever we go, however much time passes for us, we’ll always be here, we’ll always go to the same places,...

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Strange Life

Written on Friday 25 Apr 2003

Why is it, that I seem to be living my life uncaring, as if small things are unimportant? Things like tidying and cooking don’t seem to matter any more, as if a change will come soon that will make them worthless? What’s happening…? Am I changing? Is the world changing?...

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Summer's Dawn

Written on Monday 21 Apr 2003

I think I’ve found the good thing about living in Weymouth… I woke up and went to work this morning, it was a bit cloudy, and I hardly saw anyone. When I went home at 3:30, the sun was out, and the road I live on (which happens to be...

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Childhood

Written on Thursday 20 Mar 2003

As I stand here at dawn, I am reminded that a wonderful life has only just started, and every new day is filled with hope… As I walk here in the day, each step reminds me of the happiest things I have done… And as I stand here at dusk,...

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