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Atheist
What Kind Of Atheist Are You?
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. What first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure.
You can see the point of abstract principles, and might sacrifice for a concept, although it would need to be better than sex. You really would lay down your life for a friend. A champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics, but you know everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life.
Open another bottle and go forward !
Poet
What Type of Poet Are You?To craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. To have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... or intense heartbreak. To naturally be a poet. To split infinitives.
City ... London
You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, Paris, San Francisco, Tokyo, Rome, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. London is diverse and international enough to satisfy your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London has it all!
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Beauty and Contemplation on the Heart-Lung Machine
Sometimes, I think this is one of the most beautiful equations in the universe. Other times I think it is a scary idea, and all the corollaries I have listed are there to make us properly thoughtful and humble. When … Continue reading
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How do you tell the Anesthetist your attraction has not to do with beauty?
Or even sex … … Oh, Nina, really It’s not about the shape of your face the width of your hips, the heat of your life even the color of your blondness fades as we admire the depth of your wit, … Continue reading
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Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人 