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2022 Kentucky Derby

The overhead view makes Rich Strike’s comeback for the upset win at the Kentucky Derby look even more incredible.

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WTF... when she adjusts her hat...

Lauren is >>> https://www.youtube.com/@LaurenJumps

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Suspecting not that you’ve fallen into a trap then your marriage is a happy one.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKeCkfRf9HM)

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Filippo Agricola (Italian, 1776 - 1857) The Young Christ, A.D. 1814

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“How fortunate I am to sacrifice all for God! But this all is nothing in comparison to what Our Savior sacrificed for us, from the crib to the Cross, from the Cross even to humbling Himself completely under the form of bread. He, wholly God, under the species of bread, and even to the consummation of time. Oh the grandeur of infinite love! A love which is not known, a love which is unreturned by the majority of men. . . . You ask me to assure you in my letters that I love you always as a sister. Do you doubt it for an instant? Perhaps you do not know that my heart is perfected by the divine love, and the more perfect it is, the greater and more profound is my love? Well, then, do not doubt for a moment that I pray for you and that my prayer is a song of love . . . . When one is in love, he cannot talk about any other object than his beloved. And when the beloved unites in himself every possible perfection, what then? I do not know how I can do otherwise than contemplate him and love him. What do you want, if Jesus Christ, that Madman of love, has driven me mad? I endure a martyrdom, Luis, when I see noble and well born hearts, hearts capable of loving what is good, not loving the immutable Good . . . ..”

(St. Teresa of the Andes)

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George Lawrence Bulleid, The Annunciation, 1903

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“How fortunate I am to sacrifice all for God! But this all is nothing in comparison to what Our Savior sacrificed for us, from the crib to the Cross, from the Cross even to humbling Himself completely under the form of bread. He, wholly God, under the species of bread, and even to the consummation of time. Oh the grandeur of infinite love! A love which is not known, a love which is unreturned by the majority of men. . . . You ask me to assure you in my letters that I love you always as a sister. Do you doubt it for an instant? Perhaps you do not know that my heart is perfected by the divine love, and the more perfect it is, the greater and more profound is my love? Well, then, do not doubt for a moment that I pray for you and that my prayer is a song of love . . . . When one is in love, he cannot talk about any other object than his beloved. And when the beloved unites in himself every possible perfection, what then? I do not know how I can do otherwise than contemplate him and love him. What do you want, if Jesus Christ, that Madman of love, has driven me mad? I endure a martyrdom, Luis, when I see noble and well born hearts, hearts capable of loving what is good, not loving the immutable Good . . . ..”

(St. Teresa of the Andes)

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"Do not suppose, then, that when God brings a soul to such a point He lets it go so quickly out of His hand that the devil can recapture it without much labour. His majesty is so anxious for it not to be lost that He gives it a thousand interior warning of many kinds, and thus is cannot fail to perceive them. Let the conclusion of the whole matter be this. We must strive all the time to advance, and, if we are not advancing, we must cherish serious misgivings, as the devil is undoubtedly anxious to exercise his wiles upon us."

— St. Teresa of Avila

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Maya Plisetskaya (1925-2015) The dying swan, 1959 Music by Camille Saint-Saëns. Choreography by Mikhail Fokine, 1907.

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The limits of faith.

I spend a lot of time lately pondering how Catholics believe Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into Heaven, that a virgin gave birth, that Christ is truly present in the Eucharist and all the rest of the New Testament. And yet they somehow also believe in evolution, that Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden are a myth, that Noe and the Ark is a fairy tale and they didn’t really live 900 years. And I wonder how and why faith stops there and draws these limits. Then I think of the satanic project of modernism, it’s rotten, poisonous fruits. And my mind is free and my faith is limitless.