<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:52:54.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ॠ ƒяøm Oηıøηş тø Pєαяℓş ॠ</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journal Of Awakening &amp; Deliverance - 

"We have made a complicated journey out of a simple truth which can reveal its self anywhere"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987.post-114929194778926998</id><published>2006-06-03T02:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:47:36.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As years go by, the beast in every one of us gets unleashed. It grows up every minute, every hour of the day. Every single action taking place in our lives feeds it, makes it stronger and larger. Hatred, jealousy, anger, agony, spite, revenge, and malice are just a few of our daily doses taken supporting the beast's growth inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we can control them and just take this of what Id like to call "magic" that was laid upon us by an old spell of universe. Just imagine the beautiful scene by then. Wars will come to an end. Starving and suffering might just vanish!! Everything will be beautiful. Rainbows everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much for a dream, ey? Well I know its just one of my day dreams; Ones that start forming after watching a movie or thinking about a certain issue overcoming my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies are ones of values! For real! I know somehow they are aimed at children of small age, however, and as you watch one, you get to see that it actually has got a point in real life as well. I was just done from watching "Beauty and The Beast". One of my favorites of Disney's wide collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast, is not only the finest animated movie ever made, but deserves a prominent position on any list of all-time greats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Her face displays a wide range of expressions: anger, concern, contempt, contrition, fear, joy, sadness, sarcasm, skepticism, and wonder. The Beast, despite his frightening appearance, isn't as terrible as he first appears. Inside of him beats the heart of a true hero, and, in an act of self-sacrifice when he risks his life for Belle, he displays his true nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole post might seem unorganized with no certain point. But if look through it a few times, I'm sure you'll get it. I'm just being confused myself. Not like its new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tune as old as song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bittersweet and strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding you can change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning you were wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certain as the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising in the east&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song as old as rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever just the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever a surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever as before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever just as sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the sun will rise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best accoumpanied with:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Celine Dion &amp;amp; Peabo Bryson - Beauty and The Beast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582987-114929194778926998?l=onionstopearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/114929194778926998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582987&amp;postID=114929194778926998&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114929194778926998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114929194778926998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/2006/06/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and The Beast'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987.post-114847360359346109</id><published>2006-05-24T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:26:43.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbers! - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I always blabber a lot, some with sense and others totally without. I've been pissed lately, not for a certain reason though. A lot is up on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I don’t like Jordanian University at all. I won't state this sentence based on the word "hate", not going to extremes, but "not liking" will just do. Bunch of people who are only trying to make life seems much harder than it is. You take life simply it will be so and you'll go with the flow just right. What's the big deal?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have no idea why most guys (and again I wont go to extremes and say "all"), or lets specify "Ex-Boyfriends" have the domination of the idea "We broke up, so it wont be normal for us to stay friends." in their brains. I just don't get it. I'm not referring to people who broke up ending it with a big huge fight, but hey again, even those! I mean this person at some stage was more special than anyone else around, whom you've shared with most of things going around at that time. A day comes by when you pass by this person and you pretend not to notice him/her! How Ironic is that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jordanian University again! What up with guys going around holding each others hands? Or even putting one's arm around the others waist? I mean … Seriously! What's the point? Once a courageous friend of mine (Who's of course not in a Jordanian University – She studies abroad) came to visit the university. However, she noticed this "weird yet disgusting" phenomenon around. She stepped out to the guys who's this phenomenon applied to and pretended to be a student in the university. She explained that she's doing a survey based on the question "why do guys hold each others hands at university?" Funny thing some people reacted in a very bad way rejecting to give an answer, others suggested it’s a sign of very close friendship *raises an eyebrow*, and others started joking around with her trying to slip out of answering the question. But again what the heck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder why there aren't many activities in Amman that is as interesting to me to excite me. I love attending art exhibitions and of that sort, but not many are taking place at the current moment. I like doing different and weird activities, but they don’t exist here. Everything is becoming a deadly routine that one's not enjoying as much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Democracy in the University of Jordan is just a big hypocrisy digging its way through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know these stages in your life where you can't just get excited at anything at all? Like nothing is thrilling or energizing you at all? Or these high peaks of extreme boredom? Yupp. That’s what's going on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hate people when they just stop asking and forget all about you being alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay I'm done blabbering for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582987-114847360359346109?l=onionstopearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/114847360359346109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582987&amp;postID=114847360359346109&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114847360359346109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114847360359346109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/2006/05/blabbers-part-one.html' title='Blabbers! - Part One'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987.post-114795810978934010</id><published>2006-05-18T16:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:21:10.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish... I wish... I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh how I wish … How I wish for something new, for something stunning to take over my life. How I wish for words to flow out of my mouth, to take over my time, to sweep me off my mind. How I wonder when and why? How I ask where is the place for the right time. In a vague world I do lie, where I can be clear enough that my soul is disturbed with no overwhelming goal. I always adjust a new smile to fit the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste of mint is melting in my mouth. Mmm so slowly it slides down my throat into my heart; where it finds a disturbed place that only needs to relax. Walls of deep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a chamber full of delight. Extreme rage is mixed in the atmosphere of another alarming &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; corner. How mixed is my feelings, and I do again wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart beating fast and eyes are open wide, scanning an empty black cube of circles. Images are passing through. A kid with a stick in the hand, and an old man with a shallow shadow walking by. Curves in the face show life. Lines striking across the arms show pain. Drops of sweat running through the eyes. Dark skin under a yellow light reflects a bare land of emptiness. Roses shed their love, as it falls slowly to touch the cold ground. Wind blows a whistle, "Here comes the time."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best accompanied with:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Buddah Bar - Flying Carpet - Lotus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582987-114795810978934010?l=onionstopearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/114795810978934010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582987&amp;postID=114795810978934010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114795810978934010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114795810978934010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish.html' title='I wish... I wish... I wish...'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987.post-114704556179842172</id><published>2006-05-08T01:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:01:45.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi5 &amp; Hi5ers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All of us sure did notice the new extreme attention paid to the Hi5 site. Amazing how you can flip from one account to another, spotting different types of people from all over the world. Sometimes I literally crack up laughing at some profiles, or comments sent by weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how it also became one way for new acquaintances! As far as I remember, meeting online was never an option for people in Jordan or in Amman to be precise. I never heard that much of people meeting online, or if they did, they feel ashamed of mentioning it to others around them. However, I can see that this border was stepped out by the Hi5 site and its main goal of meeting new friends online. It started off as adding old friends you've lost trace of, or that distances made it somehow hard. Then slowly it became a main way of getting to talk to "someone you liked his/her looks" or "someone you've heard a lot about" or even "an old friend who you didn’t talk to for quite a time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course, let us not forget that it is in some people's blood to abuse the usage of things. Some people actually have turned their profiles into live pornography sites. Somehow, some people didn't stop at that point, but they started annoying others with disgusting dirty comments that is just way too perverted to be sent to anonymous people in general! Not to forget that pictures from profiles can be easily "copied pasted" just by right-clicking your mouse! This should honestly be a main concern for whoever publish their photos up there (Including myself =)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note! Some people are actually making up people and profiles! Personally I find them hilarious! For example, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayProfile.do?userid=69266830"&gt;http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayProfile.do?userid=69266830&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi5 is okay and not that bad! It just needs … well actually IT doesn’t need, WE need to behave ourselves more and try not to abuse anything that can be fun and entertaining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582987-114704556179842172?l=onionstopearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/114704556179842172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582987&amp;postID=114704556179842172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114704556179842172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114704556179842172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi5-hi5ers.html' title='Hi5 &amp; Hi5ers'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582987.post-114683743284477783</id><published>2006-05-05T16:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:57:12.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fondness For λят</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the most important roads for the evolution of the spirit and the development of the feelings. The unfortunate talents that lose the opportunity to use this road live all their lives with one part of them being partially dead like those who are paralyzed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like a magical key that opens hidden treasures. Behind the doors it opened, ideas take on the dress of form and dreams take on body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enables people to travel in the depths of the oceans and the heights of the heavens. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, man opens his sail in the vastness of the earth and skies and reaches feelings beyond time and space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is at the head of factors that, by protecting human feelings, at every instant shows those feelings the highest goals and takes sensitive souls to profound depths. If it weren’t for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, man, in his dimension of interference, wouldn’t be able to see any of the existing beauties. And that fire would bury all the plans and descriptions in artistic spirits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the foremost tablet that describes man’s power and depth. Yes, due to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the most profound feelings and thoughts, the most striking observations and the innermost desires are recorded like a musical recording and made immortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isn’t it because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’s accompaniment to faith that we have magnificent places of worship rearing up in this world, minarets pointing towards the beyond like index fingers and the sacred designs and motifs and various works of calligraphy and gilding on the foreheads of marble tombstones that each give a distinct message? They have become a gallery of insatiable beauty with their unfading artwork and embroidered designs as beautiful as butterfly wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;True knowledge shows itself with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It cannot be said that one who has never put forth any work in the name of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; knows very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The vitality of a person’s natural capabilities is closely related to the artistic spirit. Even if a person without&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;λят&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn’t considered dead, he’s not fully alive either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;λят&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is what makes iron more valuables than gold and copper more valuables than bronze. Yes, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the least valuable metals become more valuable than gold, silver and diamonds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The existence/non-existence of all spirits closed to&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;λят&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the same; they comprise crowds that are of no benefit--in fact they can be harmful--to themselves, their families and their nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tell me again, why do I admire&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;λят&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582987-114683743284477783?l=onionstopearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/feeds/114683743284477783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582987&amp;postID=114683743284477783&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114683743284477783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582987/posts/default/114683743284477783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onionstopearls.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-fondness-for.html' title='My Fondness For λят'/><author><name>Pєαяℓş</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809940399456101639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.enete.com/noel/images/pearls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
