Phyllis Beveridge Nissila
But sadly and seriously: this is what happens when lawlessness is allowed and encouraged; when godlessness reigns.
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BTW, NOBODY made “synonym buns” like my late mom. Both kinds. – pbn
A good antidote for the fear and strife rife in today’s world. Take a few minutes…
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. (Philippians 4:8)
I found a bench on the upper reaches of the promenade, away from the clamour of the town. No sound reached my ears beyond the distant cry of a gull and the buzz of a passing bee. My mind was stirred by the magic of the moment and words rushed in to capture it on a literary canvas. Continue reading
Phyllis Beveridge Nissila
I was thinking, this morning, of all the believers who post Scriptures on public comment threads and how this helps keep us encouraged…
While we await “the fullness of (prophetic) time,” to see once again the manifestation of God’s deliverance power on our behalf and on behalf of those yet to “come on board today’s ark,” you might put it, His wisdom and guidance (abundantly available through His Word) help keep our spirits calm and our minds sound…
…for “He has not given us a spirit of fear but of power, love, and a sound mind” (2 Timothy 1:7). Continue reading
Phyllis Beveridge Nissila
2012…2022
This post first appeared back in 2012, and has been featured several times since, each time for a new reason [and a more fearful season] in an old story of evil versus good, fear versus hope, bondage versus freedom, despair versus redemption.
So once again to Nabokov. Continue reading
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AI walks into a bar…
Phyllis Beveridge Nissila
AI walks into a bar…
AI (humanoid, Artificially Intelligent machine) walks into a bar, slaps some crypto on the counter, and orders a “brain fizz” (a shot of mint hydrogel and a zap of 5G).
NI (Naturally Intelligent human) bellies-up nearby. “Mind if I ask you a few questions?” he says, admiring the shine on AI 1.0.
“Input,” says AI.
NI: “What happens when somebody pulls the plug, a hostile power fries your Internet, some programmer with a hangover mis-types the script that rules the world–or some weasel chews your cord and shuts you down like what happened at CERN? Stuff like that?” Continue reading →