Patanga by Trace Bundy

I love the intrigue of the indescribable.  Sometimes I laugh at words because I know that there is so much more than what they are.  Sometimes, though, the exclusions of articulation are not a laughing matter.  Everyday, I see and hear words such as “religion,” “spiritual,” and “belief” used in generalized ways to describe a huge variety of ideas.  Whether it be in class, on TV, or on the Internet, these usages often make me cringe and want to run for cover.  These conventional and casual words, which are so commonly exploited, hardly have any meaning anymore and quite possibly never did.  But why then are they such frequently used words in the media, in stories, and especially in those deep conversations about life that everyone loves so much?  I am not saying that people are completely in the wrong to be using these words (I as much as anyone else am a culprit of this offense), but it seems to me that these words are a cover for what cannot be expressed by the human being and what simply cannot be said with words.  It is a shame that there are so many diverse connotations to these words, since the heart of the matter is unchanging, but the concept also excites me in a way.  Isn’t it amazing that us humans, who are so limited and insufficient, can know the limitlessness and supremacy of God even if we cannot express it?!  And that is where the one word that I actually DO like comes in: truth.  Truth describes just that.  The eternal, unfluctuating reality of God.  No matter what suggestions may accompany certain words that people associate with God, the truth always remains static and authentic.  No one can take the truth away from what words cannot express.

Step 1: Acquire your favorite beverage
Step 2: Make sure your computer sound is on
Step 3: Open the following sites in separate tabs

#1 #2 #3

Step 4: Feel Classy

(Source: indescribably)

For giving me this breath, and this breath, and this breath; on, and on, and on.

Although I can’t wait for the day when my last breath comes

To be with You and to see You and to praise You evermore,

I will glorify Your name where I am and in Your way

And I will love You for I am nothing but You have blessed me nonetheless.

Sweet Afton by Nickel Creek

“Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

…

Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.

…

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark’d with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.

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How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev’ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

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Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

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Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.”

…

-Robert Burns