• “I’ve seen things you ‘people’ wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I’ve watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… lost in time… like… tears… in rain…” “I want more life, fucker!” • In a film widely regarded as one of the best movies ever made, a humanoid creature …
One half the world is grasping eagerly for the light of truth and the facts of scientific discovery, while the other half languishes in the arms of ancient superstition and but thinly disguised magic.
Welcome to the premiere edition of Urantian Sojourn Magazine, our latest effort at simultaneously blogging ourselves into oblivion, and regaining some semblance of a life fairly balanced between work and play. Here’s what we have in mind. Our “Table of Contents” below shows you what’s in this issue so far; starting out, we anticipate publishing just the cover story, hoping …
Not hot off the presses: Urantian Sojourn Magazine will debut soon, watch this spot. It’s a back to our roots via the blog thing, and yeah, we’re excited— just not blessed with enough time to getter done a month in advance. The original Urantian Sojourn Magazine was born in the tumultuous summer of 1990, as a satirical-political spear in the …
Holy effin’ balance sheets! “Accounting professors” kicking the asses off “art professors” when it comes to knowing God?!? Who knew…
“I’m hoping the guy with horns doesn’t actually show up, but he could.” . . . And monkeys in jumpsuits might fly out your butt, too, Glenn.
“And the patch of sky was no bigger than a grain of sand held out at arm’s length.”
