I'm desperately searching for the God of Mathematics. I really need to make a sacrifice to Him and ask for grades in Calculus I.
If you know Him, or know his e-mail or something, please send me a message so I can contact Him. Really.
My only fear is that He asks me to do calculus exercises. That really would be a sacrifice to big for my mortal mind.
I always have eternal worries troubling my mind. Are you as troubled as me?
We are nearing a year of my father's death.
Since the next weeks will be very busy, here is a great quote, from Roland of Gilead and Eddie of New York, taken from The Dark Tower by Stephen King (some parts cut):
"Say your lesson, Eddie. And be true"
"I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father."
"I aim with my eye."
"I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father."
"I kill with my heart."
This is a prayer, and the few gunslingers that still exist (there are only 4 of them) know this prayer by heart.
I'm no gunslinger. I don't carry guns. I don't shoot people. Yet, I haven't forgot the face of my father. In my heart, in my every act of will, I never forget the face of my father.
Since the next weeks will be very busy, here is a great quote, from Roland of Gilead and Eddie of New York, taken from The Dark Tower by Stephen King (some parts cut):
"Say your lesson, Eddie. And be true"
"I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father."
"I aim with my eye."
"I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father."
"I kill with my heart."
This is a prayer, and the few gunslingers that still exist (there are only 4 of them) know this prayer by heart.
I'm no gunslinger. I don't carry guns. I don't shoot people. Yet, I haven't forgot the face of my father. In my heart, in my every act of will, I never forget the face of my father.
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