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Name: kevin
Birthday: 11/13/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Well, women first and foremost. Education is my second love i.e. Theology and Philosophy. Namely C.S. Lewis, Blaise Pascal,John Piper, Johnathan Edwards, John Calvin,George Whitefield, Alvin Plantinga, Kant and Hume, Neitche, Darwin, Francis Bacon, St. Thomas Aquinas, and of course Plato and Aristotle. My favorite, however, is Augustine. Lets not forget, of course, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who i chose not to put as number one because He is not. He instead pervades and encompasses all of the above and so much more.
Expertise: Academics. An occasional soccer or basketball game. Missions. Halo.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  evildeifiedevilad33
Member Since:
7/17/2004
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| Xanga, for many a year you have been my love. Without you even i would not have been suspended from school once! I wonder, though, how many times more without you i would have! I forgive you for that one tresspass. Goodbye dear Xanga. I loved you once, but i have found a new hope in Facebook.
If any of you desire to look me up, just go to the facebook and type my name in. I'm easy to find. tata xanga, and tata everyone else.
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| He is my Father. He is, quintessentially, my best Friend. He is my
Mentor, my favorite Dean and Professor. He's the kind of Teacher that
you love. He's the kind of Person you can trust. "He is (indeed) the
Friend that sticks closer than a brother."
Why then, if He is all of these, does He continually feel like a Stranger?
If He is omnipresent than where does He go? Why cannot i not see Him
sometimes? Is He hiding behind some tree or bush? Who is this Stranger
that is capable of gaining your trust yet disallowing you to see
Himself? Of course, it is more oft than not a product my own doing, but
where could He who pervades all things move without me hearing it?
Where could He go without me seeing Him? Is God transparent? How can i
feel so distant from my best Friend? Am i not supposed to consider my
best Friend that individual whom i know and love the most?
He will never cease to amaze me. How can anyone be the Person you know
the most and yet the Person you know the least? How is He at the top of
my friends list and at the bottom of my aquaintance list? That's not
even the craziest part! The craziest part is that no matter how close i
draw to Him i will have not gained any ground. No matter how much land
i traverse i will not have even begun. Though infinity of strength and
eternity in time be allotted to me, i will have only begun to begin to
have never truly began the beginning of knowing the depth, breadth, and
heidth of God. Yet, it consumes me.
I am truly optionless. It seems poinltess then to consider on
fighting. Why continue if i will truly get nowhere? Honestly, i don't
know. There truly is no philosophy to answer my question from that
paradigm. Still, faith holds true, it is my philosophy. Faith has
become my reason, faith is my answer.
I cannot not believe. I cannot not have faith. It is my conviction to
entrust my perception. It is my reality based on superstition. I have
no choice because no choice exists. Is He my Friend and my Father?
Without any doubt. Do i know Him at all? Not in any way, shape or form.
Would i have it any other way? Hell no. | | |
| Ok chaps, i have a philosophical question that will probably bore most
of you. I think, however, that it will kindel a fun conversation. I've
been wondering, as of late, what is the definition of beautiful? I.e.
is beauty in the eye of the beholder or is there an actual standard or
"form" of beauty?
(By the way Ladies, the words "Beauty" and "Hott" or any other synonym
is not meant in a dergatory sense, but rather, they are summaries of
the totality of the magnificient nature of women. So please, do not be
offended by the rhetoric of this post.)
I'll use women (since they are, by most male accounts, the most
beautiful creatures upon the face of the earth.)as an example. My
tastes, as it were, in women are much different from that of any of my
friends. I am not unique or alone in this because each friend of mine
has his personal preferences. My likes, for instance, are more inclined
towards cute, intelligent, and frivolous women. These attributes, i
believe, compare and contrast well with my overbearing,
self-ascribed-genius, and hedonistic lifestyle. Friends of mine,
however, enjoy a more pretentious or erotic woman. The list for both of
us goes on. Who then is correct?
Well from that angle, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Any GOOD
husband, fiance', or b/f finds there woman to be the most beautiful (in
whatever sense that beauty can be ascribed to). Allow me to use a
doulbe analogy. Joe thinks Marry is hotter than Lucy, therefore Marry
is more beautiful. However, John thinks Lucy is hotter than Marry,
therefore Lucy is more beautiful. Both Lucy and Marry, in this case,
are 100 percent more beautiful than the other. The problem is, is this
is an impossibility. One might then say "Well no, that's not true
because what John thinks is beautiful is beautiful to him, and what Joe
thinks is beautiful is beautiful to him." There, i cannot disagree.
Both empirically and pragmatically that statement is true. However,
here inlies the problem with that reasoning. A baby may smile at the
beauty of his mother walking towards him much like a grown man might
smile at the beauty of his wife walking towards him. How then can a
baby, who does not even know that beauty exists, prescribe that which
is beautiful? Moreover, how can a toddler's drawing be considered as
beautiful as the Mona Lisa? A toddler will gloat over his drawing of a
house, but does that mean that his opinion is valid? What makes that
toddler's opinion as valid as a scholars? Isn't at the very least, and
in a philosophical sense, the scholars opinion more valid than a
child's? He has studied acedemia and the arts all of his life. A baby
or toddler, however, does not even know that beauty exists let alone
the study of beauty.
There, ladies and gents, you have a form of an arguemnt. So answer the
qestion, is beauty in the eye of the beholder, or is there an unknown
or unascribed standard of beauty?
So i implore of you to answer me in my quandry. Prepare
yourselves, however, for a refutation of sorts. I am too inquisitive to
allow something like this to slide. | | |
| My introduction to life and reality is complete. My worldview establish
and my religion set in stone. I'm 20 in 7 days and there is no stopping
it.
There are many things in this world which a person can hault, but age
is not one of them. I don't feel adequately prepared for the task
ahead, but maybe that in itself ,that realization, is preparation
enough.
They (whoever they is) say that 20 is the prime of life. It is the
highlight of strength and vigor. I certainly don't feel it. I am not
weighed down by my past, but i am weighed down by my future. What of
success? Heck, what is success? I have my whole life before me, and yet
i don't have a definitive line to draw. Some fear experiencing the past
again if pain was involved, but all fear experiencing new pain in the
future. But it is inevitable, inescapable. Pain, however, is not truly
what i fear. Suffering, in my opinion, is a necessity, and even a
priviledge in many ways.
What then do i fear? The same thing that all men fear. I fear that
tomorrow i will fail. I fear that when given the option to change my
world, or defy that which is right, that i will do the later. I fear
myself, my tendencies. It's awful really, knowing that you will never
be a hero yet always capable of being a villain. It's bad enough
knowing your just one man, but it's worse knowing what kind of man you
are.
The time allotted me is already restricted. With each day it shrinks
away. The fool inside of me just wants to start a family, live quietly,
built a home in the moutains, fear nothing, and be perfectly content
with apathy. I know, however, that i cannot do this. It is my
magnificent obligation to burn for Christ. And i know by doing this
that the word easy won't exist in my vocabulary. I fear my future
family will suffer because of it. I fear my heart will break throughout
it. I fear God's message will fail because of the inadequacy of my lips
and pen. I fear the evil that men and demons will do to those whom i
love. Persecution will be my mentor, Pain my teacher. But "he who is
not willing to pick up his cross and follow me is not worthy of me"
burns in my chest. I cannot escape its grasp. It has pulled me in.
Though i fight it off kicking and screaming, i must nevertheless live
in death.... Dead man walking.
Faith dies where fear lives. Consider it all joy when you encounter various trials.
Kevin...burn for Christ. Are you not yet convinced? Then let this mind
be in you which was also in Christ Jesus. Pray without ceasing. Live
and let die that life which is already dead. But most importantly
Kevin...burn...burn for Christ. Easier said than done, but in Christ,
all things are do-able. Only, oh say 50 or so years left (assuming
obviously alot of things), how then shall i live? | | |
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