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Originally Posted by blastingas10
So, Steve, I guess you're saying that there is a true meaning behind our words, even if we're using those words in a different context? And that's why you talk about etymology. The words I use don't even mean what I think they mean, therefore I don't really know what I'm saying and there is a deeper meaning to everything I say.
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That's not a good guess blaster, that is absolutely what I incoherently rant about over and over again.
You have been listening not simply to my rants, but, you have been listening to yourself think. And, that answers your question about Logos. The Word of Providence that exists and connects all of us. Cosmic Consciousness, the Holy Spirit, that is called many things depending on the teachings.
When you wrote this you were not guessing, were you? You knew what you were typing was Truth. Something inside you clicked, and, you knew, you did not have to guess. Am I correct? I know I am, because that is how it works. No one 'talks to god'. It is a 'thought' process, that is very subtle, and, more like an 'aha I get it'! You get a little rush, and, you know what you are thinking is Truth.
Dylan never stops singing about Maggie. Notice the story this time, however. I won't quote scriptures, but, check out the concepts of "bride and bridegroom", which is a major portion of the teachings of Logos through Jesus, as well as all other teachings. Spiritual unification.
Most love songs are about 'lost Loves'; the happier ones are always done by women.
1. Oh, where is little Maggie
Over yonder she stands,
Rifle on her shoulder,
Six-shooter in her hand.
2. How can I ever stand it,
Just to see them two blue eyes,
Shinin' like some diamonds,
Like some diamonds in the sky.
3. Rather be in some lonely hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine,
Than to see you be another man's darling,
And to know that you'll never be mine.
4. Well, it's march me away to the station
With my suitcase in my hand,
Yes, march me away to the station,
I'm off to some far-distant land.
5. Sometimes I have a nickel,
And sometimes I have a dime,
Sometimes I have ten dollars,
Just to pay for little Maggie's wine.
6. Pretty flowers are made for blooming,
Pretty stars are made to shine,
Pretty girls are made for boy's love,
Little Maggie was made for mine.
7. Well, yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand,
She's a drinkin' down her troubles
Over courtin' some other man.
peace blaster. Thanks for taking the time for my nonsense. You've definitely woke Her up.
steve