Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Where Can Buy Cal Gel

Christmas Gift

the night of 4 to 5 December last, God came to visit me. God the Father, I hear. This is not new, He does it every year. Not you?
I can not say I really see no, I would say that I feel it. A bit like Moses and the burning bush. Moreover, he once wanted me to do this move the burning bush but it is waived when He understood my reluctance. I did not even when He set fire to the house.

As I told you, he does not strike me in flesh and bone. Besides, we all know, He hath not flesh and bones, which, among us, for He is good practice never a problem of osteoporosis.

So it is that His presence I feel. I would say that: in the rocking chair my wife is beside me lying in my lazy boy where I spend my nights. He is there watching me, peaceful as only God can. I would not say that He smokes a pipe and sipping a brandy. No, he just talk to me. No need for hearing aid to understand Him: He speaks, how can I put in inside of me.

He comes, he said, bring me my Christmas gift. I appreciate his gesture, especially since I no longer believe in Santa Claus. But I stay on my guard because they can be a dangerous gift, like the time He proposed to show me the date and hour of my death or give me a glimpse of the Apocalypse or a flashback of some sixty million years for a trip on a trail or tyrannosaurs, yet worse, a return of George W. Bush to the presidency of the United States.
I asked him why he came so early this year. He said he was busy welcoming all victims of influenza A (H1N1) and is taking a little break before a second attack of the flu, to visit some fatal.

"So that, he said, the gift that I offer you this year: choose a person from the wide world, a person really in danger, and I'll save her with a snap of the fingers.
- Do you really have the power to do such a thing? 'I replied thoughtlessly.

He threw me a glance before I started patronizing "You're never really went to Lourdes, is not it, nor even to the St. Joseph Oratory in Montreal?

- No, but it's not you who have done these miracles is the Virgin Mary and Brother Andre.

- But where So do you think they keep those two powers? And yourself, then who do you think put you on earth?

I almost answer that they should say a word to my mother who is probably sitting up there, not far to his right, but I did not reply because I felt the anger in his dawning voice.

After a long pause, he asked me sternly:

"So, you want it or not this gift I brought you?

"Yes, Lord, oh yes, I do.

-Do not call me "Lord" is my son that calls like that. Call me "God Almighty," I'll make do.

- Forgive me. Yes, God Almighty, yes I want this gift.

- So called me the person I save. You have a minute I'm in a hurry by those who are waiting for me.

spontaneously came to my head the name of a wonderful friend to us who is dying, but before I could pronounce his name, he stopped me with a hand gesture to mean that I should think carefully.

And then He did pass before my eyes images of children of Sudan are dying of hunger, then prisoners Afghan Taliban as torture until their last breath, then the Pakistani one is being stoned, then this little man from the favelas of Brazil pursued by a brigade of death, then this desperate woman who is about to kill his children before killing himself, then ...

When I opened my eyes hesitant, it was too late. He was gone.

It's nothing, I get it when even my Christmas present my wife has promised me slippers.

But one thing is sure: if God decides to retire, I do not assume employment. Decisions are too hard to take.




Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Do Herpes Outbreaks Become Worse With Age?

Linking

My anchors - Capsule # 6

Since the time I began to talk of this topic which I called "my anchor", let me now linking all son and put an end to this chapter. Afterwards, I'll talk more, I promise! For more details, you may refer to the five blogs that I posted previously under "My anchorages.
As I said before, I started this topic to distinguish how well my conception of things was different designs qu'entretiennent exceeded even today the fundamentalists of all ilk as the defenders of Islamic Sharia or the ultra-Orthodox Jews who preach the Torah or backward Christians who cling to their creed and not swear by a literal interpretation of the Bible, or all Rael of this world who tell tall tales to fill their pockets ... just to mention a few.

In summary, I believe that since Galileo, Darwin and all their successors have opened our eyes to the reality of things, they made a revolution cultural and brought us great happiness to release us from traditional designs in which the man was frozen for centuries.
Without pretending that we now have at hand the truth and that we can now uncover the mysteries of the universe and our presence in this universe, we can at least rule out a whole lot of preconceptions and removing small corner of the veil on the countless and often unfathomable mysteries of the universe in which we swim.
Let me summarize again the subjects have been "My anchors" (and which reflect the best I can what scientists tell us today generally):
- the universe is absolutely unimaginable immensity;

- the earth is not the center of the universe. It is a tiny star who pirouette with seven other planets around the star, the sun

- the sun and its planets are part of a huge herd (called Galaxy) of some two hundred billion stars. We call our galaxy the "Milky Way";
- the Milky Way is so vast that if we could travel at the speed of light (300,000 kilometers per second), we would need 90,000 years to cross from one end;

- and this is not all: the universe has over a hundred billion galaxies, which themselves consist of hundreds of billions of stars and planets;

- our universe was born there a little over 14 billion years;

- this birth would have occurred during the so-called "Big Bang", a tremendous explosion that gave birth to matter;

- material, which originally was informed that a vast soup of particles, struggling furiously, would gradually organized, after millions of years to create stars and planets;

- thus that 'there are 4.5 billion years ago was born the sun as Earth, meanwhile, goes back 3.8 billion years;

- life began to appear discreetly on the Earth there 3 billion years in the form of bacteria and unicellular;

- animal life arose there are about 500 million years;

- modern man, for its part, is really a newcomer in the history of the Universe: it emerged there are some 200 000 years.

These are the foundations of what I call my anchors. From that foundation, I draw the conclusion that, with the development of his intelligence and knowledge, man is now able to understand:
-the vastness of the universe in which it is immersed and awareness of the unfathomable mystery that holds this Universe;
- that man is made of atoms forged in the heart of stars, like the entire the matter in the universe, and that his family tree only goes back not only to primates but is actually a descendant of stars;
- he can no longer see the Universe as we look at the goldfish operating in their jar, but he himself is trying to swim in this jar;
- that among the billions of other planets that populate the universe, there are likely other inhabited by beings smart or perhaps even entire civilizations more advanced than ours;
- that man is, like all beings and things that populate the universe in the evolutionary process and it will disappear like all things and all species;
- he must therefore accept that we go in life as brief flashes that disappear forever and will scatter their atoms in the universe;
- that religions are human inventions to relieve the anxiety of man to the mysteries of the universe and its own disappearance;
- that evolution will undoubtedly the man to lift more and more sails on the mysteries of the universe but he may never understand the mystery of the birth of the universe and its occurrence in this universe;
- to imagine that a Supreme Being is started it all may be an illusion;
- and, finally, it seems impossible to reconcile the vastness of the universe with the designs we offer Lilliputian religions. This operation is as futile as trying to bury a billion elephants in a thimble.
To conclude, I feel extremely privileged to live in a time in human history where the latter, thanks to scientific progress, has removed many sails on the mysteries of the universe.
and I closed the section entitled "My anchors" and, as I promised, I'll never go more on the subject for fear of getting bored.
The problem is that I do not always keep my promises.







Sunday, November 1, 2009

I Get Thrush After Every Period

My son funeral ritual

My last will

The day I leave
and it will remain my carcass
burn it and collect the ashes

Put them in a grocery bag
(kraft paper, I do not like plastic) and rent a
tearoom

Place the bag on a table at

middle of the room and invite my friends to come dance around


By drinking and making fun of my
through reciting verses
and bellowing of bawdy songs

Then, store the bag in the closet and storage

ask my wife if she wants to join me
when his time comes

If she wants to, when the time comes

put her bag next to mine
well bonded to one another

So next spring,
pour the bags one inside the other
than a pinch of our ashes

that you keep in two separate jars

A morning Large sun
bring a shovel and looking round
a field of dandelions

Shake the bag vigorously to mix well
ashes
then pour it into the scoop

And one large circular motion
projecting them all around you

Thus we continue to see
rolling clouds and twinkling stars

while breaking our souls But

that's not all
among the ashes and spread
dig two small holes close

Pour into individual small pots
(those pinches, you remember,)
a seed, a single red poppy
for me
white daisy for my wife

Stir slightly to mix well
seeds with ash, pour

separately in the two small holes and cover with earth


Then sprinkle a little tear

enough to take the place of fertilizer

That I know my wife
daisy pushing
will curl around the poppy. And I

sign in front witnesses

Quebec, November 1, 2009

Jean Marcoux

Friday, October 9, 2009

Land Rose Garden Seating

Grand Portneuf wharf

Friday, October 9

My beautiful love,

To make you forget those rainy days that we smear the heart these days, let me remind you that there are still sunny mornings.

The other day, good morning, I went to survey the large Portneuf wharf that stretches nearly a kilometer of river. If you had not published so comfortably buried in your sleep, I would have taken.

The sun had barely risen. A clear sky, no wind. The tide was low so that the tall grass of the flats were released on good depth.

It is primarily a siffleux (the dictionary would draw marmot) who welcomed me. He was motionless on the quayside, the watch I think, watching me pass. I threw a "Hi siffleux, is pretty morning huh?" like this, to be kind. He did not respond. Not even a little nod. Everyone in the county say hello while passing. Not him. Note that it does not get angry. At my age, it passes over these little things. Then, after all, perhaps although greetings to strangers are not part of the culture "whistler". Or perhaps he had not had breakfast and, like many bipeds I know it is not causing fasting.

Anyway, I continued my way in the right mood. By examining the flats, not that I see thee Blowin 'in the distance, dotted here and there, strange large flowers, a broken neck and planted on strong stems. It looked like these birds of paradise you buy at the florists, vivid colors and less because of my flowers were white flats. I hesitated between flowers and tips of branches where one of these flowers has suddenly "taken up" with his rod. My aquatic vegetation had suddenly transformed into a beautiful great blue herons. I knew there was a dock near the heron rookery. Besides, the other night, you remember, we had counted exactly twenty, perched on long poles of the long fishing eels bordering the dock. But I had never seen doing the fishing at the tall grass. I have not welcomed because they were too far and when they are fishing, herons are attentive and silent. Do not disturb.
All that was on the right side of the dock, but to the left, guess what. Seven or eight beautiful geese (whose official name is, as you know, the Canada goose) who politely directed toward me to greet me silently. They did not say a word, however, because, well educated as they are, they do not speak with his mouth full. And it was in their case, time for breakfast. They did not stop plunging into the water head they wear black at the end of their long necks to go eat bulrushes in the mud flats. It must be said that the Portneuf River joins the river left side of the wharf, and forms small ponds and small channels that allow geese, white geese and ducks to sail merrily.
Gulls were obviously go but I can not really say that their cries were to greet me, because as you know, these ladies are causing a lot. They are unrepentant gossips.
Some small birds came to do spins and somersaults under my nose chirping to attract attention, and I know you do not taxerais pretentious, I'd say I'm not far from believing that they made expressly for me these exercises extreme sport.
Crows also (which I'm always ready to forgive often put an end to my morning nap because they fill me with so much heart with joy when they announce the spring) were of the party, did not embarrassing to sing their concert nasal trumpets.

Moments of silence were filled by the incessant chirping of crickets.

But there was not only for the ears. There were also quite open to the eyes that morning. Across the river, a little to the left, stretching the point Plato a long walk in chilly water. Farther to the left, heading Health plunging into the river proudly. On the right is Cape Deschambault bathed in sunlight, which gives the reply. Behind the trees and pretty little houses lining the river and, later, the bell end of the church in Portland that pierces the landscape.

All this in the fresh air and pure a clear October morning. If you want my opinion, this country sure looks great in the land of Adam and Eve before the apple.

Tenderness

Monday, September 28, 2009

All Nighter Stove Review

The future of the human

My anchors - Capsule No. 5

I remind you that in what I call "My anchorages, it is a personal reflection on what I think of my place in the universe. I do not speak ex cathedra. I do not pretend to have the truth with a capital V. I do not start a speech to the nation as are from time to time the chairs of the USA. I'm just trying to explain to myself (and, by extension, to those who have the patience to read me) what I understand my place in this universe I inhabit. I try to define my views as opposed to those that can maintain, for example, Christians, Jews and Islamists.
In previous caps, after a "My Introduction to anchors," I expressed my views in the following areas:
Capsule No1: "My place in the Universe "
Capsule No. 2:" The emergence of life ";
Capsule No. 3:" The Origins of Man ";
Capsule # 4:" Who has made the Universe? "

TODAY 'Today, I'll tell you what I think about the future of the human being.

Say first that the man is "a living species" as are the animals and plants. It is, by all appearances, the most advanced species living on Earth. He is not immortal, that we know. But it is not eternal either, if one refers to the fate of other living species. It teaches us that every year thousands of species disappear from the Earth's surface. This is old four billion years ago and modern man (homo sapiens) have only 200 000 years. It really is a newcomer on the planet. Almost a newborn when compared, for example, dinosaurs ruled the earth for 160 million years. So do not believe that mankind is eternal. Especially if one considers how humans mistreat their planet for some time, it may well be that he is himself the architect of its own demise. Astrophysicist Hubert Reeves, to mention that he is very pessimistic in this regard.

Assuming that man happens to avert the fate and find ways to harmonize their lifestyle to that of its planet, it still happens on a day when it will disappear in turn for its star, the Sun, who brings light and life, will eventually die out. Scientists tell us that it is half time in his life of ten billion years. It's still not come overnight and there is no urgency to pack to move to another planet. Suppose

So that by the big move, or at least for a few tens or hundreds of thousands of years, man reaches survive. What will happen there? I venture here in the role of career counselor.

It is difficult today to deny the theory of evolution. Paleontologists agree that, through all phases of human evolution, the brain of it has grown, that man became more intelligent. I believe that man is on the rise, the capacity of his brain continues to grow. Does it happen for all to live in harmony with nature? That, I presume, because as I said earlier, it might not survive if it does not reach this harmony.

But what about his "heart qualities"? Is he, too, on the rise? Is it better now than it was before? Is it more compassionate to the misery of his neighbor? Is it ready to rescue him? Is it less barbaric, less cruel? Modern punishment are they as bad as the quartering, the lions or the torture of the wheel?
Obviously, if we refer the Holocaust of Nazi concentration camps, acts of terrorism that are now commonplace and torture that one continues to practice in many corners of the planet, to cite just two examples, we quickly conclude that, on the heart, the modern man's heart is as black as his ancestors.
But I like the illusion that goodness aside, the nature of man is growing. I think, somewhat naively perhaps, that people are becoming increasingly aware that they had better live in peace and that, for their greater good. Is not this way was born in 1919, The League of Nations which was followed by the UN? This movement of humanitarian reconciliation did not he himself presided over the birth of all these international agencies for assistance, the NGOs, which are found everywhere on the planet today? Is he not allowed to see is a progression of human intelligence that leads to greater awareness that it is in harmony with others that is his own happiness?
Obviously, we can not ignore the many blunders that the UN has not knew or wanted to avoid like the war in Kosovo, genocide in Rwanda or the war in Iraq. But, overall, the UN, NGOs, many international organizations such as, for example, UNESCO, are they not indications that the heart of man slowly takes precedence over the selfishness?
In other words, I am inclined to believe that the qualities of heart generally tend to follow the evolution of intelligence. That, over time, man will become better because the more intelligent.
Fortunately I do not want a letter to the editor because I should face a cohort of protesters ready to contradict myself, with supporting evidence.