2Sing=This

 He is Jotta from Brazil.

Watch this 13 year old’s rendition of Agnus Dei..so powerful!

Music is such an amazing gift.

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the  Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.

~ James 1:17 ~

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Area = pi × r2…so what?

Maths & I were never best friends.

And unapologetically so.

It was more from certain angles.

Though varied in degrees.

Sometimes it was acute, though not always right.

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Later I did develop an interest in numbers.

Specifically in the realm of bank balance.

There also, only addition & multiplication.

Subtraction was a darned curse word.

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This might perhaps be the only time I have ever shown interest in the subject.

Such is destiny.

What you don’t like is sometimes served in a more palatable format.

Like travel & photography for  instance.

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Here one has only photographic angles to care about.

And the triangle & columns pose.

The Le Madeleine Church, Paris.

Rather geometric.

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get-mo-here.

O frabjous day!

It’s always enjoyable reading Jabberwocky.

Lewis Carroll’s utterly nonsensical poem written in 1872.

In the realm of nonsense poems, this is considered one of the greatest 🙂

Who said everything had to make sense in any case?

So as you go galumphing through the gyre & gimble of life,

Or have those uffish thoughts,

Clutch your vorpal sword & mark those frumious plots.

It will strengthen you.

I hope.

Have a frabjous Sunday.

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Jabberwocky

by

Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
 Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!”

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He took his vorpal sword in hand:
 Long time the manxome foe he sought —
 So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

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And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
 Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

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One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.

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“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
 O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

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