Let me ask you this: How can a person pay no mind to their own beliefs when evaluating the beliefs and convictions of another, such as when choosing some type of leader or law? The answer may be that religious beliefs held by one person should be kept separate from political choices since separation of the church and state are the American way. Still, I question whether that is possible and if a person were to ignore their own belief structure in order to make a decision, to what or to whom would that person look for an answer? That person would be unable to make their own mind up because even if that person sought arguments and reasoning from outer sources like other people, that person would inevitably be faced with contrasting opinions and, again, would need to consult their own opinions in order to decide which other person is correct.

On a scale would love outweigh sex? The answer is obvious...or so I thought. Love cannot be matched by anything. Multitudes of people dream and search for a person who will love them back for who they are, a person they can spend time with and enjoy being together. A person who will always be there for them, no matter what and looks past every shortcoming to the core of your inner being with eyes full of love. This is the dream.

Some of the most famous pieces of artwork of all time are cave paintings. Images of animals, humans, hunts, battles, anything that stirred the emotions of the painter or writer have been found painted on and scratched into stone walls from times long ago. Although they cannot be compared to the work of Van Gogh or Michelangelo, they are consistently recognized as art because they feature artistic qualities. They were not done for profit but for the sake of creating and perhaps to leave a mark on the world. Cave paintings tell us that it has be since the beginnings of humanity that people have held deep desire and need to release creative energy. Paleolithic cave walls are very similar to the graffiti we know today. So then, if cave paintings are considered art, how can modern day graffiti be discounted? If that is not enough for you, please do read on because this matter can be resolved indefinitely through inductive reasoning.

Don't take anything personally coming from him because it's not about you; it's about him.
Once you learn this you will do well here.
Let him yell and curse and spit.
Don't think anything of it.
It's not about you.
It's all about him.
And he pays you to ignore it.

What do you think of when you hear the word gospel? Because it actually doesn't mean the same thing as Bible or Jesus. The word "gospel" means good news but there are many people in the world who only think of the story of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ when they hear the word. These people are believers and unbelievers. "The Gospels" is a famous term and there are few who do not know what The Gospels are. There is a reason that the word "gospel" is practically owned by the story of the Jesus Christ. The reason is that The Gospel has saved and released sinners from death and destruction. There is a reason that The Bible is the best selling book in the world. The reason is that it changes lives. The Bible has never been qualified to be called a fad and there is a reason for that. Unbelievers don't understand and believers can't explain, but there is something amazing that happens to a person when he or she reads and believes The Gospel.

Today I made one of the biggest mistakes of my entire life. I wore french braid pigtails. I am 22 and I realize that this hairdo is young in a way, but trust me, I look good. I picked up lunch for my boss and on the way back to my car walked by a group of people sitting outside of McDonald's. I noticed one of the men but I kept walking, intent on getting the smoothie back to my boss before it got warm. I was about halfway to my car when I heard laughter that, I thought, lacked the sound of actual happiness and perhaps was more like mean-spirited cackling. In my youth I wore old hand-me-downs and had poor self esteem so whenever I heard laughter like that I would automatically assume someone was laughing at me and rush away. Older now and confident of myself, I thought little of the laughter and kept walking. When I got to my car and reached for my keys in my purse, the group I saw outside of McDonald's was passing me by in the next aisle of the parking lot.

In an article entitled, "Stern Wants Smith's Daughter As Heir" posted on the world wide web Thursday, October 18, 2007 8:20:12 PM by JEREMIAH MARQUEZ, the writer calls Anna Nicole Smith a model.

you were just a philadelphia nickel.
i was a binge shopper.
i didn't really need you,
but the copper ran low.
in a fury-red slip
it hit the back of my head
and tempers of steel shards fell
into sloppy, sharp orbit, threatening death.
bumping in giggle,
merely assault,
but promising all the while:
it was love's fault.

Something sultry in its slimming sickness crept into my heart last night. A wander to a distant place still far too near to speak of sunk its teeth into my throat and left a mark for me to bear. Between the tension of approaching and the stunning silence there, I realized my deepest sorrow is that I can't break away. A broken wing has plagued a vein of this great human body. I desire not to hold you down or cast a shadow by you, yet the bones have splintered and the splattered blood has stained my clothes. Tethered to a burning fortress, reaching for a cleansing, something slips into my mind and lies but conquers every effort. Terrifying feathers fall on me selectively and I am swept away into a cell of captive sleep.

The shame of introversion is stifling. How can I mention it even to my one friend? As if I am sedated, I steep in inactivity and the only move I make is this private description of my struggle. I tried to grasp a friend last month but relented when I felt I had been rejected for whatever reason. I don't know what it is about me but what is the point in trying to force a thing that I am evidently meant to be without? My mellow mood is something of a comfort but just a thumb beneath the surface I have always been sad. The last friend that I had before the chain of boys for vanity was in 7th grade and to her I never really got that close. A barrier was present. The last real friendship ended in 6th grade.