A wandering soul is searching for something that he knows not. Looking for just a glimmer of hope somewhere, somehow, some way, but he finds nothing – nothing more than what has already been. But what good is what already has been when there seems to be nothing that is?
“I think it’s important to sometimes step back and appreciate a more grimy style of art, especially when so much of it is sanitized nowadays.”
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“Where were you when time stopped?” I vaguely remember that quote from a movie that I saw years ago. That question was being asked by
In the past two articles, we established that Warrior Saints were, in fact, warriors. We also discussed the warrior spirit that has endured since the Old Testament and is still alive and well today within Christianity. This time, I want to focus on the more saintly aspects of Warrior Saints. This will be the long-awaited explanation of what separates the heroic, venerated warriors of Christendom from the hollow idols that the pagans worship.
The young boy exclaimed with joy as he came scampering from his bed and down the stairs. The brightly colored tree caught the look of the child. Below it sat presents, more than he could count. He darted into the room, yelling about Santa and began dancing excitedly around awaiting to tear into the colorful packages. The illusion disappeared and the robot, Sonny, is left standing at the foot of a tall chimney that was once surrounded by an old wooden house.
“What If…” is yet another piano improv piece, meaning that it is entirely improvised – written as I play it, never to be played again.
That brings up a question to ponder.
What if?
Chandelier sighting in town A storefront without a sign Shining bright from an angle Broken mess without flair I want to
Saint George slew a dragon. A real, man-eating, fire-breathing dragon. Call me crazy, but this isn’t the first or last time God has allowed one of his servants to defeat a monster.