I am not an ape, I am a man. The world has been created by God. Man has been created by God. It is not possible for man to understand God - God understands God. Man is God and therefore understands God. I am God. I am a man. I am good and not a beast. I am an animal with reason. I have flesh, I *am* flesh, I am not descended from flesh. Flesh is created by God. I am God. I am God. I am God.
O righteous One, how i hate my flesh. My heart, mind and soul cry out to be one with you but I fall into temptations of my flesh over and over again. I hate myself for it for my flesh dictates my action. At times it torments me because you have given me so much wisdom and understanding but I choose to be sinful as if I have no knowledge of your righteousness. Yahweh, Most High, I'm sorry.
Human nature towards the Truth weakens in heart while falsehood increases and the more it rises, the more powerful those in power become. The fact that man is fact of life should bring him to a recognition that the delusions of life and the opinions of others are of no power.
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
Books, after all, are extraordinary things: thoughts made visible, paper and ink sculptures of the mind, time and space made into words. There's no end to judging so many books. But a literary editor's work is never what Ecclesiastes calls a weariness of the flesh. Rather, it's an animation of the spirit.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
The flesh, or human nature, is generally lazy and self-centered.
There's nothing like the smell of grilling flesh.
Rehearsing a play is making the word flesh. Publishing a play is reversing the process.
I am not looking for a pound of flesh from Sally Jewell.
