ha!
Google allows for the manipulation of time.
How does it work?
Gmail utilizes an e-flux capacitor to resolve issues of causality (see Grandfather Paradox).
Google allows for the manipulation of time.
How does it work?
Gmail utilizes an e-flux capacitor to resolve issues of causality (see Grandfather Paradox).
Patrick on 01 Apr 2008 | science &silliness &time | Comments (0)
Thus says the LORD: Stand at the crossroads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way lies; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.
Jeremiah 6:16
Psalm 13
How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing the LORD’s praise,
for he has been good to me.
I'm Patrick Oden, have a PhD in Systematic Theology from Fuller Seminary with a minor in Church History, adjunct professor in theology at Azusa Pacific and Fuller Seminary. I'm married to the beautiful and talented Amy Oden and have a beautiful baby girl, Vianne.
What's the deal with ravens? Makes a lot more sense than you might expect.

Patrick of Ireland
Hunting truth is no easy task; we must look everywhere for its tracks
Basil the Great
spes quaerens intellectum -- spero, ut intelligam
Jurgen Moltmann
My desire for knowledge is intermittent; but my desire to commune with the spirit of the universe, to be intoxicated even with the fumes, call it, of that divine nectar, to bear my head through atmospheres and over heights unknown to my feet, is perennial and constant.
Henry David Thoreau
The path I'm following is, for me, the way to a fuller life.
Miyamoto Musashi
Hugin and Munin fly each day
over the spacious earth.
I fear for Hugin, that he come not back,
yet more anxious am I for Munin.
Ascetic
That in the end
I may find
Something not sold for a penny
In the slums of Mind
That I may break
With these hands
The bread of Wisdom that grows
In the other lands.
For this, for this
Do I wear
The rags of hunger and climb
The unending stair.
Patrick Kavanaugh