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"The weak and the botched shall perish: first principle of our charity. And one should help them to it. What is more harmful than any vice?—Practical sympathy for the botched and the weak—Christianity... A man loses power when he pities. Through pity that drain upon strength which suffering works is multiplied a thousandfold. Suffering is made contagious by pity; under certain circumstances it may lead to a total sacrifice of life and living energy—a loss out of all proportion to the magnitude of the cause (—the case of the death of the Nazarene)." Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ Who surmised that this day would come...the 666th blog posting of bierkergaard. 6 is the number for man in the Bible...a created being, sinful too, never a whole 7 on his own. Perpetually incomplete. Working, working...trying to add that 1 for Deity which can only come from the Lord Himself. Our adding is subtracting, if one thinks about it sum/some. Works righteousness is so soul subtracting. O

   James 4:14   Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.    My brother and I went to see Bob Dylan last night in Hershey. It was a lovely evening. Fall was in the air...it was cool and refreshing. Also in the air was reefer smoke. A guy who I initially thought was a girl because of long hair, until I saw his beard, offered me the remains of his joint. He saddled up to me sideways and it was loud. And, it was dark. He soons found someone else for his pot philanthropy. I passed.   No desire to puff. None, nada, and it has nothing to do with legal or not, really. I just don't want to be a dopey pothead, even for a couple of hours. I wouldn't even smoke pot even if was legal like some strange land (i.e. California). Boy, that is something California needs. More unproductive people high on Dope. The CaliChronic.       Today, I conducted a survey of

Genesis 8:22 "As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease." Each late summer, I get a horrible itch, literally. When getting out of the shower or even after just working out and sweating, my upper body goes into an itching spasm. It is quite painful and frustrating. As much as I have been able to deduce, the cumulative summer heat and humidity, the combination of water/sweat, maybe the scouring chlorine from the shower, and perhaps my skin not getting enough hydration and/or body oil, makes me dread August and early September. The past couple of years, I have been much more mindful about drinking copious amounts of water, taking shorter and colder showers, and this year, even ingesting a couple of tablespoons of olive oil daily. It has made the itching less worse than in years past. I used to suffer each day for at least thirty minutes, feeling as if insects were tearing at my skin. Like a hair