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In the darkness of our childhood,
when we lived on red plains beneath vast and empty skies,
when we heard the roar of monsters beyond the light of our fire and were afraid,
they told us stories to calm us and sang us softly to sleep.
When we went out on hunt, spears held high,
they guided our arms, gave strength to our sinews,
directed our thrusts as stone and bone plunged into the steaming flanks of wild-eyed prey.
When we roamed the woods and the plains,
they whispered in our ears, told us where to search for what was good,
led us to the secret places and the holy groves where sacred light streamed through the air.
And when we returned to our shelter at the end of each day,
they were among us, red and vital, as firelight danced on painted cave walls.

We were children in truth then, with a child's view of the world,
large and simple, drawn in sharp lines and bright colors,
presided over by powers we did not understand,
stern authorities that would sometimes give and sometimes take away,
that could sometimes be placated and sometimes could not.

When the rains came and the hunts were good, we praised their mercy and benevolence,
and when famine and drought and plague swept us, when the earth turned to dust and the sky to ash,
then we wept and implored them and pleaded to know what we were doing wrong,
and the wise among us said:
"Our God is a mighty God and terrible."

We sought to appease them,
with drums and dances, songs and sacrifices,
with the fragrance of burning incense and the stench of burning flesh,
the black smoke of altars, the brassy tang of spilled blood,
the cruel iron of the rack and the wheel, the glint of the knife blade.

And as time passed, we grew up,
a little,
learning to spin cloth, to forge metal, to write on clay and stone.
And as our tribes expanded and our people flourished,
the gods grew more remote,
no longer among us, whispering to us, but now distant, on high,
handing down commandments from the flame-wreathed peak of the holy mountain.
No longer did they take our hands, caress our arms, speed our feet,
but they were as mighty and terrible as ever, and we trembled before them,
fearing even to speak lest we do something to offend them, and thus bring down doom upon all.
And those few who did not fear, who could commune with the gods and divine their will,
we gifted with riches and power, imploring them to act as ambassadors on our behalf.
So the shaman's staff became the crook and flail,
the feather cloak became robes of office, the headdress a golden crown.
We labored mightily to build cities, throwing our lives and our children's lives into great works to show the power of our God
to all our far-flung fellow tribes,
and when our leaders told us that God wanted us to make war on our neighbors,
to take their fertile valleys, their gold and riches, their wealth and their women,
we did not question but marched forth, glad to do God's will.
And we returned to the temples with bloody hands and prostrated ourselves,
eager to show our God that we his children were faithful and obedient servants,
that we were willing to do whatever he asked of us.

And a little more time passed, and empires fell and new nations arose,
and our civilizations grew ever more powerful, our works more clever and wondrous,
and the gods grew more remote still, receding into the past, now speaking to us only from history and tradition,
but they thoughtfully delegated even more of their power to their earthly representatives,
so that we would not be left without guidance.
And still we loved them, and offered up our devotions to them.
We erected vast and beautiful cathedrals of stone,
composed stirring symphonies in praise of their greatness,
raised monarchs and bishops and popes at their will,
and spilled out the blood of countries to please them.
And when a dissenting voice arose, or when someone dared to impugn the gods,
we reacted with great fury and righteous indignation,
shouting be silent and how dare you and who are you to say such things,
sweeping the countryside with inquisitions, demanding oaths and vows of loyalty,
chastising the heretic with bayonets and red-hot pincers and the crackle of the flames at the stake.
For in truth, despite all our inventions, all our learning, all our wondrous works,
we still shared a heart with those hunter-gatherers who feared monsters beyond their fires,
still feared the unknown, the stranger, the darkness,
and when we found one whom we knew had been corrupted by those sinister and malign powers,
we were determined not to let his contagion get a foothold among us,
and turn our minds to wickedness and evil.

And time passed, and we grew.

Today, we bustle about in sleek silver cars beneath tall city lights,
span the world with our chatter, send golden emissaries into space,
delve the cosmos on every scale from the largest to the smallest.
In vast winged chariots, we soar above the clouds like angels.
Our great revolving mirrors peer into deep heaven, watching distant stars die
as if they were falling sparrows,
the all-seeing eye imagined by the dreamers of old, reinvented.
Our white-clad healers repair the human body,
restoring sight to the blind and hearing to the deaf,
working the miraculous cures we longed for when we were children.
We bottle lightning, harness the sun, split the atom,
shut up the sea with doors and travel to the deep springs thereof,
perceive the breadth of the Earth and the ordinances of heaven.
But for all our achievements, we still possess the brash arrogance of youth,
certain we always know best, fearless in our imagined invincibility.

But time is still passing,
and a day will come when we reach adulthood at last.
A day will come when our compassion and wisdom catch up with our bright lights and majestic cities.
A day will come when our ability to build and heal outpaces our desire to destroy.

On that day,
the bright colors and sharp edges will take on shadow and clarity and depth,
and the stern faces and the distant voices of childhood will fade
as we discover they were only illusions of our own creation,
veils imposed on reality like mist on the landscape.
We will step behind the authoritative faces
and find they were empty, hollow masks all along,
and what we thought were harsh decrees
will turn out to be merely the rustling of the wind and the cries of birds.
We will discover that the ambassadors of God,
despite their trappings of office, despite their fine robes and great gilded buildings and weighty texts,
were never anything more than men, as fallible as the rest of us,
struggling in vain to hear speech in the corners of dreams and fading noise of echoes
and the gentle crash of the sea on the shore.
We will finally dare to venture beyond the light of our fires
and find that there are no monsters waiting for us, no demons, no ghouls, no ghosts -
that there was never anything in the night but our own fearful imaginations.
We will arise and see the world as it truly is
like a sleeper touched by the golden light of morning
who wakens from a dream he thought was real
and, seeing the world glowing in the glory of the sun,
perceives that now he is truly awake at last.

And on that day the gods, our forgotten childhood guardians,
will fade to echoes of voices, fragments of speech on the wind,
memories of a distant laughter -
remnants of a time long gone, things no longer needed.
Perhaps their memory will be set aside for well and all as we step into the morning,
or perhaps they will be preserved, even if only as yellowed records
in some great archive, a family scrapbook of our species,
kept as a precaution, a warning of what might happen
should we ever again desire to creep back into fearful darkness.
And though it may pain us to learn we are truly on our own,
it will hurt in the same way as growing up,
a separation wrenching at first, but necessary in the long run,
for it is only this that will teach us once and for all that we must be the ones to care for each other.

How long will this day be in coming?
Will it be soon, or will it be an age?
Only time will tell.
But even while the gods still blind us,
we who dream at night can look to the stars
and visualize the future that awaits beyond the horizon of dawn.
Whether it takes a day or an age,
we will awake.
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That's Gay
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RichardQuest zei :
Wa'n kuthondjes
Gelukkig zijn we er inmiddels vanaf
 
 


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RichardQuest zei :


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Hee jij daar, val me niet lastig! Scheer je weg.
 

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RichardQuest zei :
Hee, jij daar.
Ghellow RQ.
 
The World is in our hands
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http://www.silmarwen.nl
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RichardQuest zei :
*knijp
Tieten zijn off limits

 
The World is in our hands
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http://www.silmarwen.nl
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RichardQuest zei :


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Ze zijn al bezet zie ik
Klagen de je maar in de feedback

 
The World is in our hands
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http://www.silmarwen.nl
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RichardQuest zei :


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Over jouw tieten? Ik klaag niet over jouw tieten....

*knijp
Uhm je hebt een punt daar

* stiekt tieten naar RQ uit.
 
Ja, wat nou weer?

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RichardQuest zei :
voor Maerycke

voor RQ
 
Can come an end
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Hoi,


Ik dacht ik ga je maar weer eens lastigvallen
"Geef me een joint", zei de goudvis, "Dan word ik haai"
 
Ik moest kloppen..

je bent een held ^O^
Ik ben het. Chirma, de wonderhond.
 
Maakt vrienden
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RichardQuest zei :
Domme meeloper, flikker lekker op.
Iconen verdwijnen, klonen verschijnen.
Dan ken jij de CDA aanhangers niet.
Fok = bruinhemdenforum, want smilies zijn kaal.
 
Maakt vrienden
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RichardQuest zei :


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Jij bent al opgeflikkert he
Dan zou het opgeflikkerd zijn.
Ik laat je graag in de waan, meeloper.
Iconen verdwijnen, klonen verschijnen.
Dan ken jij de CDA aanhangers niet.
Fok = bruinhemdenforum, want smilies zijn kaal.
 
Maakt vrienden
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RichardQuest zei :


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Oh, je bent niet opgeflikkerd...hoe noem je het fenomeen van niet-posten dan?
Dat jij dag in dag uit zo kansloos post, betekent niet dat ik dat ook moet doen, wel?
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Turkse Troel

RICHARD QUEST!
I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him ...
"I never did give anybody hell. I just told them the truth and they thought it was hell." - Harry Truman
 
Super Geil Klasse

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RichardQuest zei :
Dat soort reacties kan je beter hier kwijt:
http://fotoboek.fok.nl/user.fok?id=14263

60% of what you say is crap.
Donner 1
Donner 2
Streng!
 
Super Geil Klasse

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RichardQuest zei :


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Ik nie snap nie.
Aandachttrekkerij is meer succesvol bij 18< dames
60% of what you say is crap.
Donner 1
Donner 2
Streng!
 
du_ke
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.
Als het niet wil branden moet je beter stoken.
 
bidibidibidibidi
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hahaha, lekkerbek

Was het leuk gister?
Ingenieur in de ornithologische huisvesting <- Urbanus :P
Good ol' Buck : http://youtube.com/watch?v=VmxXIS2ot8w <- Fun
N.W.O : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOeCpMwZo6o <- Pol
 
 
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Hahaha, wat een allochtoon konijn ben jij zeg. Hahahaha.
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Maakt vrienden
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RichardQuest zei :


[..]

Iconen verdwijnen, klonen verschijnen.
Dan ken jij de CDA aanhangers niet.
Fok = bruinhemdenforum, want smilies zijn kaal.
 
Turkse Troel

Heeeeeee liefffieeeee
I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him ...
"I never did give anybody hell. I just told them the truth and they thought it was hell." - Harry Truman
 


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RichardQuest zei :
Wat moet je, man?
 
Turkse Troel

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RichardQuest zei :


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Dus...
Tsja.... en now what?
I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him ...
"I never did give anybody hell. I just told them the truth and they thought it was hell." - Harry Truman
 
Chocoladeslet

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RichardQuest zei :
Mijn oog ziet een ontzettend lekker wijf
whehehe :')
That's no ordinary rabbit
run awayyyy run awayyy
 
Super Geil Klasse

Loeder van de week!
60% of what you say is crap.
Donner 1
Donner 2
Streng!
 
Lost in Sound
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And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
 
ModderFokker!
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RichardQuest zei :


Ik wil je dinges ghosten.
mn bracket ?
De enige echte BaggerUser!
Riemen
fiets kopen
 
VakbondsŁser dus cool

Hayhay kun jij me misschien ontverbannen?
Alleen tussen 0.00 en 07.00 uur geopend | Het is tijd voor een Hete Herfst! Actie! Actie! | Mijn plaatje draait rondjes maar jullie zien het weer niet
 
Super Geil Klasse

Jij ook prettige kerstdagen poppie
60% of what you say is crap.
Donner 1
Donner 2
Streng!
 
Erudiet
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Waar ben je?
"I reject your reality and substitute my own"- Adam Savage
 
Super Geil Klasse

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RichardQuest zei :
60% of what you say is crap.
Donner 1
Donner 2
Streng!
 
Turkse Troel

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RichardQuest zei :


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Let's fuck
Ik sla deze beurt - en alle volgende - over...

I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him ...
"I never did give anybody hell. I just told them the truth and they thought it was hell." - Harry Truman
 
 
du_ke
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Ga es dood .
Als het niet wil branden moet je beter stoken.
 
aka TÝrste Dim
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RichardQuest zei :
Ola!
Hee fijne brabo neger van me!!!!!!!!!!
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
 

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Ik heb gisteren over je gedroomd.

Hoe en wat weet ik niet precies meer maar je was aan het golfen.. :')
niet de vervaarlijke schaduw
met zijn dikke pens vol pistolen
beiden ingevet als een locomotief onder nul
 

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RichardQuest zei :


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Helaas, maar ik ben heteroseksueel. Je bent wel een toffe peer hoor
Ja, ik ook. Reden te meer om confuus te zijn over mijn droom. Maar golfen was het! Meer niet! Of ik moet dat verdrongen hebben...
niet de vervaarlijke schaduw
met zijn dikke pens vol pistolen
beiden ingevet als een locomotief onder nul
 
 
aka TÝrste Dim
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RichardQuest zei :


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Nog vliegtuigjes gekeken?
Die vliegtuigjes waren wel stoer vanaf de 31ste verdieping, heb alleen de ochtendtrainign goed kunnen zien omdat alleen de opnamecrew tijdens de wedstijd op de overloop mocht.

Maar ik heb de paarden van het CHIO van nog dichterbij gezien
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
 
Definitief uitgelogged.
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Volgens mij ben jij een loser
Sinds 2007 anti depressiva vrij,
In 2008 gezonder enigsins rustiger blij.
Gekte en waanzin voorbij.
Eindelijk tijd voor de normalere realiteit.
 
Definitief uitgelogged.
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Zullen we een potje vechten?

Kijken wie de meeste kracht heeft.

Sinds 2007 anti depressiva vrij,
In 2008 gezonder enigsins rustiger blij.
Gekte en waanzin voorbij.
Eindelijk tijd voor de normalere realiteit.
 
Definitief uitgelogged.
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Ik schop je naar Jeruzalem
Sinds 2007 anti depressiva vrij,
In 2008 gezonder enigsins rustiger blij.
Gekte en waanzin voorbij.
Eindelijk tijd voor de normalere realiteit.
 
Definitief uitgelogged.
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RichardQuest zei :


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Had ff zin om gek te doen.

Waarom heb je CNN in je fotoboek? Presenteert die nog? CNN vind ik bagger.
Sinds 2007 anti depressiva vrij,
In 2008 gezonder enigsins rustiger blij.
Gekte en waanzin voorbij.
Eindelijk tijd voor de normalere realiteit.
 
Definitief uitgelogged.
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RichardQuest zei :


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Richard Quest (ik) presenteert nog altijd Business Traveller
Dus dat is een business traveler die dat is?

Iemand die zaken doet en de wereld ziet.

Zo'n beroep wil ik ook wel hebben. Beetje slap lullen geld maken en de wereld zien.
Sinds 2007 anti depressiva vrij,
In 2008 gezonder enigsins rustiger blij.
Gekte en waanzin voorbij.
Eindelijk tijd voor de normalere realiteit.
 
De echte BG, die tof is.
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man die avatar doet me schrikken vent
je bent toch niet echt dood of wel :I
Vraag yvonne maar hoe tof ik ben, die gaf mij er ooit een tagje voor.
 
Stadsnomade

En dat je nog maar veeeeeeeeeel ouder mag worden he!


Verdonk: we moet weer lachen om ons loonstrookje :')
Verdonk: niet links, ik ben niet rechts, maar recht door zee
journalist: niet scheel?
 
Klassieker.
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http://www.bitchmakemeasandwich.com/
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RichardQuest zei :
Zeg, was jij ook op Dour festival?
welk festival?
Scheren is voor schapen!
 


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RichardQuest zei :
http://forum.fok.nl/topic/802778

Reageer effe, godverdomme.
m'n reactie staat erin
 
Stadsnomade

vet beuken man
http://huge.cajones.org/~dick/video/house_gewoon_uit_je_dak.avi

toen leek het nog wat te worden :')
Verdonk: we moet weer lachen om ons loonstrookje :')
Verdonk: niet links, ik ben niet rechts, maar recht door zee
journalist: niet scheel?
 
Leuker als je denkt
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Quest
Eindelijk iemand die denkt wat iedereen zegt
 
qat erat ad vundum
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Op 25-06-2007 13:00 schreef Parafernalia
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Hetgeen bewezen en beklonken moest worden.