My Thesis - Donnelly, Joseph

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Résumé :
I run my hand over these pages, not for the last time but to remind myself, although, of little consequence, my input may be of no relevance to anybody but God. So have I written this for myself or for our humanity? I do not know, but I must care.For when the dust settles, no matter who set the tempest. We will all be accountable for what we have done or been involved in while we live, and in the case of our forebearers while they lived also. which already broadens our scope.Which might seem cumbersome, except to remember the real reality, we can all remember yesterday almost minute by minute. Then history as it was supposed to have affected us all, but often by our plan only having left its own wake to be realized.In many cases being a good backdrop if we can balance it with what tomorrow brings in any way shape or form. But under intention, which is a driven form of force beyond normal human understanding.But it is a good indicator of our uniqueness compared to all other lifeforms in their creature species groups. From whom I was able and draw a straight line through our differences apparently. My assertion being they could not or did not, but we did religiously aspire, which when leveled meant we sought God.Meaning by the result we sought a route, a meaning, even a cause to our existence. Not to cover why we were here, but what for...

Biographie:
the best of us in us all. Dust down and carry on until we get knocked down again. But always to get up.In this brief, I will set our counterbalance point to start from 1945. My birth year, plus the end year of our planet's most dreadful World War. But in a better hope, the year our United Nations was inaugurated....

Sommaire:
by bringing God into the picture. Although a sorry story to follow by the nature of our blundering over the past 60,000 years of our real existence. Whereby era by era all we seemed to do was to improve on how we could kill each other. Not perhaps a solid foundation on which to build a cultural philosophy.But in having no instruction book to follow we at least survived, so much so from about four or five thousand years ago. We cut the shackles of pure instinct owed to all other creature species, we drew our own line in the sand reading Gods and religion or religions and God.Although classic realizations need these last few pages set in my order of chaos, to bring some form of unity to this wonderful species we are. Proved always by how when we get knocked down...