history

The history of time is captured by poet, artist, writer, photographer_!

Not the historians. No, not them. Their greatest crime is that they presume to know what happened, how things come about, when they have only what the past chose to leave behind-- for the most part, they think what they were meant to think, and it's a rare one that sees what really happened, behind the smokescreen of artifacts and paper...No, the fault lies with the artists...The writers, the singers, the tellers of tales. It's them that take the past and re-create it to their liking. Them that could take a fool and give you back a hero, take a sot and make him a king...Liars?...or sorcerers? Do they see the bones in the dust of the earth, see the essence of a thing that was, and clothe it in new flesh, so the plodding beast reemerges as a fabulous monster?

The fact that, within ten years, I lost one world, and after a time rose again, as it were, from spiritual death to find another, seems to me one of the strongest arguments against suicide that life can provide. There may not be - I believe that there is not - resurrection after death, but nothing could prove more conclusively than my own brief but eventful history the fact that resurrection is possible within our limited span of earthly time.

George dutifully dusted the marks from the expensive rug and retired to the kitchen to await a grave and disapproving Collins, wishing with all of his boyish heart that he had applied for the stables. Cleaning stalls had to be beneficial exercise, and surely one must become accustomed to the smells...eventually.

Empowered Women 101: Everyone wants to be a princess, but you weren't the first princess in his life. They scrubbed his floors, washed his workout clothes, picked up his dirty socks and dealt with his issues. Always remember that history leaves a pattern of what to expect. A real woman knows that the bible is a motivator, but the real instruction manual is observing the last woman's struggle.

All times are valuable; the past, present and the future.

Ignoring the evils of our history will only cause them to reoccur.

...and of course reconcilliation with England--the country that from the first should have been, given her parallel territorial ambitions, our closest ally--so that some day in the future we can act as one. It remains a mystery to me why that last relationship never worked out. How many more bombs would we have had to drop on their cities before they realized that we were their friends?

... history - the lamp which illumines national character...

History is only ever invisible when it abets your sense of self, your desires, your ambitions, when it carries your life along in a kind of frictionless way.

The tallest slugger touched my forehead, and I ignited like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Shards of dazzling light rippled under my skin. I was the constellation Grus. The Trifid Nebula. I was the Big Bang, expanding endlessly through time and space forever."I thought I was dying. That I was going to expire on a cold slab, trapped inside an UFO, my body filled with every light that had ever existed. I couldn't imagine a better way to die.

When we are __ime traveling_, we may trip over problems from the past which distort our memory. If we are weary of dealing with lost causes or lame ducks in our history, we have to make up our mind and give up destructive thinking patterns. At that juncture, time has come to go back to the future. ( __ glimpse of the future" )

Poppy took a deep, appreciative breath. __ow bracing,_ she said. __ wonder what makes the country air smell so different?_ __t could be the pig farm we just passed,_ Leo muttered. Beatrix, who had been reading from a pamphlet describing the south of England, said cheerfully, __ampshire is known for its exceptional pigs. They__e fed on acorns and beechnut mast from the forest, and it makes the bacon quite lovely. And there__ an annual sausage competition!_ He gave her a sour look. __plendid. I certainly hope we haven__ missed it._ Win, who had been reading from a thick tome about Hampshire and its environs, volunteered, __he history of Ramsay House is impressive._ __ur house is in a history book?_ Beatrix asked in delight. __t__ only a small paragraph,_ Win said from behind the book, __ut yes, Ramsay House is mentioned. Of course, it__ nothing compared to our neighbor, the Earl of Westcliff, whose estate features one of the finest country homes in England. It dwarfs ours by comparison. And the earl__ family has been in residence for nearly five hundred years._ __e must be awfully old, then,_ Poppy commented, straight-faced. Beatrix snickered. __o on, Win._ ___amsay House,__ Win read aloud, ___tands in a small park populated with stately oaks and beeches, coverts of bracken, and surrounds of deer-cropped turf. Originally an Elizabethan manor house completed in 1594, the building boasts of many long galleries representative of the period. Alterations and additions to the house have resulted in the grafting of a Jacobean ballroom and a Georgian wing.__ __e have a ballroom!_ Poppy exclaimed. __e have deer!_ Beatrix said gleefully. Leo settled deeper into his corner. __od, I hope we have a privy.

The implicit optimism of the [field service post card] is worth noting__he way it offers no provision for transmitting news like __ have lost my left leg_ or __ have been admitted into hospital wounded and do not expect to recover._ Because it provided no way of saying __ am going up the line again,_ its users had to improvise. Wilfred Owen had an understanding with his mother that when he used a double line to cross out __ am being sent down to the base,_ he meant he was at the front again. Close to brilliant is the way the post card allows one to admit to no state of health between being __uite_ well, on the one hand, and, on the other, being so sick that one is in hospital.

Before Sutter, native people had heeded the cycle of the seasons, time was infinite, and life's rhythms were unchanging. Now, for at least part of their lives, some Indians were wedded to a concept that proclaimed that time was limited and that it had economic value. The clang of Sutter's bell announced that time was money, that it marched onward, and that it waited for no man, including Indians in the 1840s.

History is going somewhere. And we know full well that He who does all things well will bring beauty from the ashes of world chaos. A new world is being born. A new social order will emerge when Christ comes back. A fabulous future is on the way.

our country is poor but our hearts are rich

In some way the god had to be appeased and satisfied; for his worshipers had made him in the image and dream of themselves, and he had no great regard for human life, or womanly tears.