hyle: whatever receives form or determination from outside itself
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WILLIAM TYNDALE
10/6/1536 The day was cool and still with little breeze to waft the incense of his purity to God. His stench....his smoldering release clung to the Earth. His foul soul set free. You should have seen him blossom in the air. His burst of brilliance was a revelry of smoke and dancing flame. Such glorious fare! Such pop and sizzle sagging on the stake to hang, to sear with blazing wondrous flare. His love of God had stained his heart to ache, to wrap his soul, embrace a smothering coil. He burned! His slithering hiss of twisted faith is gathered up! The ashes of his toil! Now let the plow-boy turn him to the soil. THING!
Commodity There are no tallies fit to measure here. Thus so? And there? They keep within themselves and yet? are here. A thing of time and space. Commodity: the bias of the world! WILLIAM TYNDALE
10/6/1536 The day was cool and still with little breeze to waft the incense of his purity to God. His stench....his smoldering release clung to the Earth. His foul soul set free. You should have seen his blossom in the air. His burst of brilliance was a revelry of smoke and dancing flame. Such glorious fare! Such pop and sizzle sagging on the stake to hang, to sear with blazing wondrous flare. His love of God had stained his heart to ache, to wrap his soul, embrace his smothering coil. He burned! He burned....within his twisted faith! We'll gather up the ashes of his toil and let the plow-boy turn him to the soil. |
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