Free will
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What if all we saw was smooth black-white glass? Pale stares into light-absorbing morass. Or these apathetic rays of piercing glances Deflected from white forever away in angular trances. What if absolute reason were grains of sand Held tightly in the span of one’s hand? Giving granular notions for finite thought Thieving broader options in Read more
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7 The works of His hands are verity and justice; All His precepts are sure. Psalm 111 (NKJV) Our hope thus lies herein. We are from the dust in flesh but in our soul, God’s breath.[a] In His Spirit our soul comes alive as a perfect image. We are Adam first and perfect. We are Mankind, a pleasing sight to Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 