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Mr. Bultitude's mind was as furry and unhuman in shape as his body. He did not remember, as a man in his situation would have remembered, the provincial zoo from which he had escaped during a fire, nor his first snarling and terrified arrival at the Manor, nor the slow stages whereby he had learned to love and trust its inhabitants. He did not know that he loved and trusted them now. He did not know that they were people, nor that he was a bear. Indeed, he did not know that he existed at all: everything that is represented by the words I and Me and Thou was absent from his mind. When Mrs. Maggs gave him a tin of golden syrup, as she did every Sunday morning, he did not recognize either a giver or a recipient. Goodness occurred and he tasted it. And that was all. Hence his loves might, if you wished, all be described as cupboard loves: food and warmth, hands that caressed, voices that reassured, were their objects. But if by a cupboard love you meant something cold or calculating you would be quite misunderstanding the real quality of the beast's sensations. He was no more like a human egoist than he was like a human altruist. There was no prose in his life. The appetencies which a human mind might disdain as cupboard loves were for him quivering and ecstatic aspirations which absorbed his whole being, infinite yearnings, stabbed with the threat of tragedy and shot through with the colours of Paradise. One of our race, if plunged back for a moment in the warm, trembling, iridescent pool of that pre-Adamite consciousness, would have emerged believing that he had grasped the absolute: for the states below reason and the states above it have, by their common contrast to the life we know, a certain superficial resemblance. Sometimes there returns to us from infancy the memory of a nameless delight or terror, attached to any delightful or dreadful thing, a potent adjective floating in a nounless void, a pure quality. At such moments we have experience of the shallows of that pool. But fathoms deeper than any memory can take us, right down in the central warmth and dimness, the bear lived all its life.

extract from "That Hideous Strength" by CS Lewis.


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    Thzami Gamour Rinpoche says:

    "Ya gotcha groove

    Ya gotcha groove
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    Ya gothca groove yourself
    Ya gotcha groove
    When da Lord getz ready
    Ya gotcha groove

    Get off my Cloud
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    Get off my Cloud my chum
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    I’m goin1 down
    In another Land
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    I’m goin down

    I’m all right
    Couse I’m free
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    Couse I’m free
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    Couse I’m free


    Hmmmmmm…
    Oh yeeeeah,
    All my Loves in Pain."

    19th October, 2005

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    Helena-Reet says:

    "Neil Carey*******************
    is absolutely fabulous!

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    I very much enjoy his work and recommend it to everybody!!
    Keep going!

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    27th July, 2005

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    BillyWarhol says:

    "ok i'm just gonna let fly here*******

    this guy rocks*

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    first he's sharing beautifully rendered photos that are turned in/on to works of
    art*

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    how cool is that i ask of thee*******

    he's definitely put a HUGE SMILE* on a lot of people's faces********

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    SilvisRivers says:

    "For Bulti with a talent a Multi :

    Well I like his colour jungles and his music like his arts are him. And after listening to "Odyssey" on his music site..well.. here is a poem alchemised from his music and the lens of the picture of the dead Crumpled Kid : You see The Galaxy Bird of Darks and Stars - smiled at Bulti - Hmmm I saw that ..... and then .....


    Angle Magiks - Bird's Come...

    Bloods come from grounds
    Weep dances stand
    Angles jarg
    Airs and planet
    Gases expand
    Winds swing
    Tornado's dance
    With atmospheres
    Link arms
    Blow the once
    Eyes of dusts and their
    Long trance
    To be captured
    Beyond shapeless voids
    Collect we I you
    Collect us again
    And in this I heard
    The chant of the Bird Of Celts
    Where vision crystallises
    Unmelts
    Consciousness rises
    Has the wings of eyes...

    ."

    9th June, 2005

Name:
Neil Carey
Joined:
March 2005
Hometown:
tandragee
Currently:
Belfast, Ireland
I am:
Male and Taken
Occupation:
software tester