Math Elf Squad Christmas Light Suit Student Teacher Merry Unisex Shirt

Math Elf Squad Christmas Light Suit Student Teacher Merry Unisex Shirt
The Math Elf Squad Christmas Light Suit Student Teacher Merry Unisex Shirt to answering your question is experience. We exist to experience; we know we exist because we experience our own existence. The second key is observation. We observe our existence, our experience. We witness, record, and reflect upon our experience. The third key is intention. From observations of our experiences, we build a theory of “reality”, and make choices to act or not act based on that theory. We form an intention to create a specific experience that we want to observe. Now we have a sufficient solution to the problem. Experience, observation, and intention together create reality. They cannot exist without each other. None is more fundamental than the other, and none can be removed without destroying the others. Experience, observation, and intention: the grand experiment. We exist to try things, experience them, and observe the result. There is no meaning beyond that; when we are gone, all those things are gone too. We should use the little time we have to make as many experiments as possible. We have been blessed with the opportunity to experience, observe, and intend, and we should not waste it.

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Math Elf Squad Christmas Light Suit Student Teacher Merry Unisex Shirt

When I was quite small, my family were Jehovah’s Witnesses. My big brothers remembered their Catholic beginnings, they remembered magical Christmases. My little brother and I did not, we’d never been Catholic yet. We used to get very sad that all of our friends had lovely Christmas or Hanukkah, and we did not. We’d pout. My big brothers tried their best to console us. Our best friends lived across the Math Elf Squad Christmas Light Suit Student Teacher Merry Unisex Shirt . Their dad was not home much, but he was a very stern man. He had quite the temper (when we grew up, we realized that he was always drunk, but when we were small he was just scary). He had a Doberman called Rex who we were all also terrified of. One year, I’m probably four or five, we’re sitting in my brothers’ room wistfully staring out the window at our friends playing with their new toys, wearing their Christmas sweaters, all that. The oldest two brothers, maybe trying to console us, convince us that we do not want Christmas at all. They tell us that Scary Dad is Santa Claus. They tell us that Rex the Doberman is actually Rudolph. Would we really want Rex landing on our roof? Would we really want Scary Dad judging whether we were naughty or nice, and sneaking into our house while we slept?

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