There are so many plausible threats to our existence yet people keep believing in theories of which there's no proof at all and create these huge hoaxes.
No, I don't seriously think it would be the "end of the world". How do we define the end of the world anyway? Is it the end of human civilisation? Is it the physical destruction of the planet Earth? Is it the destruction of the universe? The end of the world, in my opinion, is nothing but a theory and an ill-defined, immaterial illusion. As long as there is something existing, the world has not ended.
Disasters happens every year n every day... now we are capable to tolerate anything .......... Come on Aliens.... We will see u
we are done for http://maps.google.com.eg/search?q=...a=X&ei=Je4_UMCaEof54QSh84HACw&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAQ 5 millions dead/injured/homeless world is watching great nations split into 2 this small nation crushed in middle helpless as 2012 took its place and destroyed this world . is it someone imagination ? to later control the world by it ? will finally the west will approach this country then the east will fight it back ? kaboom ? until all that sort out we witness the 2012 end of the world on ure tv screens each night at least its better than those 2012 buy me a dog its the end of the world Hollywood madness . too bad we all needs to die for you to entertain .
A Great Day For Freedom On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived On the day the wall cane down The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my side No warmth, not even pride remained And even though you needed me It was clear that I could not do a thing for you Now life devalues day by day As friends and neighbors turn away And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone Now frontiers shift like desert sands While nations wash their bloodied hands Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray I woke to the sound of drums The music played, the morning sun streamed in I turned and I looked at you And all but the bitter residue slipped away . . . slipped away
no one was talking about the rest of the world , it seems it was planned for my country only to send some kind of threat message for the rest of the world anyway its almost 9/2012 its near now , 5 millions homeless 1 million refuges the death toll is classified i figure . its going down i feel my death going near . 2012 is true for us and i have witnessed this man made hell its like no other thing . goodbye redroad and the rest of u i wont survive to write another reply
I hope this is not true my friend but if it should be so journey well my brother .. We shall meet again
In time, the Deity perceived that death was a mistake; a mistake, in that it was insufficient; insufficient, for the reason that while it was an admirable agent for the inflicting of misery upon the survivor, it allowed the dead person himself to escape from all further persecution in the blessed refuge of the grave. This was not satisfactory. A way must be conceived to pursue the dead beyond the tomb.
i heard somewhere that a celestial body ie... a planet , asteroid, big rock or something was going to come close enough to disrupt our magnetic fields or something like that and it was going to coincide with the mayans calender ending. anybody hear that? michael clyde
well our world is destroyed . my life looks exactly like this country its strange i thought it was only me. my mum always blamed me about what i have done with my life but my people has came down to find me where i am and i guess they are trying to showing me something . no more tears no more self pettiness or begging . i will fight with them . i have 2 battles to do . an inner battle with evil and another battle on the side of the rebels i cant fight with them for real i dont think am near them
@Dohiyi [h=2]A Visit From Wisdom[/h] In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother And wiped away my tears, and said : 'I have heard The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it. Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light. Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth.' And I said : 'Who am I, Wisdom, and how came I to this frightening place? What manner of things Are these mighty hopes and these many books and Strange patterns ? What are these thoughts that pass As doves in flight? And these words composed by Desire and sung by delight, what are they? What are These conclusions, grievous and joyous, that embrace My spirit and envelop my heart? And those Eyes which look at me seeing into my depths and Fleeing from my sorrows ? And those voices mourning My days and chanting my littleness, what are they ? 'What is this youth that plays with my desires And mocks at my longings, forgetful of yesterday's Deeds, rejoicing in paltry things of the moment, Scornful of the morrow's coming? 'What is this world that leads me whither I know Not, standing with me in despising? And this earth That opens wide its mouth to swallow bodies and Lets evil things to dwell on its breast? What is this Creature that is satisfied with the love of fortune, Whilst beyond its union is the pit? Who seeks Life's Kiss whilst Death does smite him, and brings the Pleasure of a minute with a year of repentance, and Gives himself to slumber the while dreams call him? What is he who flows with the rivers of folly to the Sea of darkness? O Wisdom, what manner of things Are these?' And she answered, saying : 'You would see, human creature, this world Through the eyes of a god. And you would seek to Know the secrets of the hereafter with the thinking Of men. Yet in truth is this the height of folly. 'Go you to the wild places and you shall find There the bee above the flowers and behold the eagle Swooping down on his prey. Go you into your neighbor's House and see then the child blinking at the Firelight and his mother busied at her household Tasks. Be you like the bee and spend not the days of Spring looking on the eagle's doing. Be as the child And rejoice in the firelight and heed not your Mother's affairs. All that you see with your eyes was And is for your sake. 'The many books and the strange patterns and Beautiful thoughts are the shades of those spirits That came ere you were come. The words that you Do weave are a bond between you and your brothers. The conclusions, grievous and joyous, are the Seeds that the past did scatter in the field of the Spirit to be reaped by the future. That youth who Plays with your desires is he who will open the door Of your heart to let enter the light. This earth with The ever open mouth is the savior of your spirit from The body's slavery. This world which walks with You is your heart; and your heart is all that you Think that world. This creature whom you see as Ignorant and small is the same who has come from God's side to learn pity through sadness, and knowledge By way of darkness.' Then Wisdom put her hand on my burning brow And said: 'Go then forward and do not tarry, for before walks Perfection. Go, and have not fear of thorns On the path, for they deem naught lawful save Corrupted blood.' Khalil Gibran
@redroad: can you post the link to the original wallpaper, please... Thank you. I'm doing...goooooooooooooooooooood.
@Socrate Glad you are well here you go http://www.wallmay.net/Nature/Fores...tography_waterfalls_1920x1200_wallpaper_14912 @mchldpy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-CwSha7AI0&feature=related