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All Things Are Possible to Him That Believeth
September 09, 2003, 10:26 p.m. After nine months of close calls, it finally happened today: I fell off the ladder at work. Only from the second rung, so nothing broken, nothing bleeding, but I’m going to get a mother of a bruise on my knee. Melodrama recommends I try for compo – I wonder what one gets for a killer bruise? While I’m at it, I should try for compo for all the broken nails I’ve sustained, breaking up boxes for the baler : ) Not much really happened today. I posted a bright yellow letter, attended a tutorial on David Hume that degenerated into a debate on the definition of ‘faith’, had a Bible forced on to me and studied virtuously for an essay. I really don’t like David Hume. He is, to quote the girl who gave me the Bible, a hard-line empiricist, and he just doesn’t seem to have any imagination. If something can’t be proven by reason (like miracles) it cannot exist. But then, they say you always hate those qualities in others that you yourself possess, and I definitely don’t possess the capacity to believe in miracles. I just can’t feel God. He, she, it doesn’t exist for me. I saw a lovely sunset this afternoon, and I didn’t think “look at the wonder of God’s creation,” I thought, “that’s a cool sunset.” I don’t think the Bible will help me, but I will give it a read. I also put up my newly laminated wrapping paper tapestry, and finally, after about two months of being home, my maps of Vancouver and Canada. I love my burgeoning poster collection : ) Mmmph – found out I have an essay bigger than I realised due in sooner than I expected; I really should go start it. So I’m off to read and notate Thomas Aquinas. Joy of joys ; )
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