If a man cannot serve two masters, neither can Christianity, or several thousand of them as the case may be.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: christianity god religion christian unity thought-provoking catholic christ catholic-author theological one-christ-one-church
Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country?
Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this.
Socrates: How so, Plato?
Plato: It is like reminding a baker he is a baker, or a sculptor he is a
sculptor.
Socrates: You mean to say if someone is convinced of their trade, they have
no need to be reminded.
Plato: That is correct.
Socrates: I agree. If these citizens were convinced of their freedom, they would not need reminders.
Tags: wisdom liberty freedom philosophy words-of-wisdom freedom-of-thought philosophical philosophers christian thought-provoking catholic plato socrates catholic-author gadfly citizens civil-liberty free-country
Since art is considered a noble field, art should be used to promote all that is good and noble, and in a noble fashion.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: art arts goodness creativity good christian nobility-of-spirit nobility catholic arts-and-humanities creative dignity catholic-author noble gadfly artsy dignity-in-the-arts noble-sentiments
It’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: politics truth injustice freedom justice patriotism democracy courage patriotic bravery free-speech corruption christian freedom-of-speech citizenship catholic speaking-out catholic-author speak-out protesting speak-up patriot citizen gadfly speaking-up defending-your-country not-in-my-name protests speak-up-and-step-up standing-up unpatriotic whistle-blower whistle-blowers whistle-blowing
You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: art reading books arts literature funny book culture arts-and-humanities reading-books enjoyment humanities taking-your-time funny-book-quotes easy-going enjoying-art i-love-art i-love-books i-love-reading i-love-to-read laid-back
... there was one new metallic monstrosity stacked in one corner that she hadn’t seen the last time she was a visitor to his strange chamber, it appeared to be a mass of hard drives all fused together, but they looked too sophisticated to be merely hard drives.
“What on earth is that?”
“That’s my Kung Fu,” he said proudly, patting the top of the futuristic-looking stack.
“Is that what you wanted to show me?”
“No, but it’s impressive, isn’t it?”
“If you say so.”
Steves sighed and shook his head, so few people could appreciate the intellectual complexity of an almost untraceable hacking device.
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It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: adventure journey funny scents travel excitement flying airports adventures vacation traveling travelling airport jet pollution experiences odd-humor i-love-to-travel i-love-vacations odd-observation
To be, or not to be: what a question!
E.A. BucchianeriTags: humor philosophical-humor existence questions shakespeare philosophy funny faust questions-and-answers philosophy-of-life to-be-or-not-to-be marlowe questions-in-life
God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: truth devil god eternity hell christian faust catholic demons lucifer marlowe creator christopher-marlowe hard-truths
Finding a taxi, she felt like a child pressing her nose to the window of a candy store as she watched the changing vista pass by while the twilight descended and the capital became bathed in a translucent misty lavender glow. Entering the city from that airport was truly unique. Charles de Gaulle, built nineteen miles north of the bustling metropolis, ensured that the final point of destination was veiled from the eyes of the traveller as they descended. No doubt, the officials scrupulously planned the airport’s location to prevent the incessant air traffic and roaring engines from visibly or audibly polluting the ambience of their beloved capital, and apparently, they succeeded. If one flew over during the summer months, the visitor would be visibly presented with beautifully managed quilt-like fields of alternating gold and green appearing as though they were tilled and clipped with the mathematical precision of a slide rule. The countryside was dotted with quaint villages and towns that were obviously under meticulous planning control. When the aircraft began to descend, this prevailing sense of exactitude and order made the visitor long for an aerial view of the capital city and its famous wonders, hoping they could see as many landmarks as they could before they touched ground, as was the usual case with other major international airports, but from this point of entry, one was denied a glimpse of the city below. Green fields, villages, more fields, the ground grew closer and closer, a runway appeared, a slight bump or two was felt as the craft landed, and they were surrounded by the steel and glass buildings of the airport. Slightly disappointed with this mysterious game of hide-and-seek, the voyager must continue on and collect their baggage, consoled by the reflection that they will see the metropolis as they make their way into town. For those travelling by road, the concrete motorway with its blue road signs, the underpasses and the typical traffic-logged hubbub of industrial areas were the first landmarks to greet the eye, without a doubt, it was a disheartening first impression. Then, the real introduction began. Quietly, and almost imperceptibly, the modern confusion of steel and asphalt was effaced little by little as the exquisite timelessness of Parisian heritage architecture was gradually unveiled. Popping up like mushrooms were cream sandstone edifices filigreed with curled, swirling carvings, gently sloping mansard roofs, elegant ironwork lanterns and wood doors that charmed the eye, until finally, the traveller was completely submerged in the glory of the Second Empire ala Baron Haussmann’s master plan of city design, the iconic grand mansions, tree-lined boulevards and avenues, the quaint gardens, the majestic churches with their towers and spires, the shops and cafés with their colourful awnings, all crowded and nestled together like jewels encrusted on a gold setting.
E.A. BucchianeriTags: travel paris france airports adventures first-impressions airport i-love-paris charles-de-gaulle-airport
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