RE: The curious case of Sarah Salviander.
December 26, 2016 at 6:37 pm
(This post was last modified: December 26, 2016 at 6:38 pm by AceBoogie.)
I think even highly intelligent people are susceptible to believing in certain things if they allow themselves to be convinced to think of certain things in a certain way. Even the most hard nosed skeptic, if following a false line of evidence or false line of thinking that they believe to be true, can end up believing in a complete falsehood.
Especially if someone allows another person to convince them to think of something the way they think of it... If it's like one person in your life constantly trying to get you to see something a certain way and you kind of want to see their point it can be easy to be deceived.
It is very interesting but I think the explanation is simpler than some might assume.
Especially if someone allows another person to convince them to think of something the way they think of it... If it's like one person in your life constantly trying to get you to see something a certain way and you kind of want to see their point it can be easy to be deceived.
It is very interesting but I think the explanation is simpler than some might assume.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
