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Religious Endeavour III… Stuart France

Posted on June 11, 2017 by

* The meta-language of story is myth. * The meta-language of history is legend. * The meta-language of legend is spectacle. Continue reading here

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Religious Endeavour II… Stuart France

Posted on June 10, 2017 by

* “The meta-language of religion is story. * The meta-language of Christianity is history. * That was not the original intent Continue reading here

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Dilemmas… Stuart France

Posted on May 16, 2017 by

* For over Two-Thousand years Fine minds have Pondered the problem Of philosophical dualism. * The living soul A quickening spirit. * This dilemma, perhaps, can Best be approached by Considering three questions. * Why Clean the house Before a … Continue reading →

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Another Green World? #writephoto by Stuart France

Posted on May 15, 2017 by

* The infant-souls crouched in the tunnel. Water trickled and dripped… echoing… Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed. Two tiny points of light defined the distance. “Cruuu-aaach!” said Raven, … Continue reading →

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Albion of the Heart… Stuart France

Posted on May 10, 2017 by

* Hear Yea… …Hear Yea… …Hear Yea. * * Continue reading here

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Alchemical Gold by Stuart France #writephoto

Posted on May 9, 2017 by

* As soon As one Posits One-self ‘Natura Superior’… One is Immediately confronted with Earth as dirt And the need To flee This filthy spectre Becomes paramount… * Continue reading here

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Dirty Tree… Stuart France

Posted on May 8, 2017 by

* I feel no sense of guilt at being here though regret at the potential loss of other-worlds is acute Continue reading here

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