Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Energie Berekeninge

22 November 2009

Energie Berekeninge

My ou vrind Dirk vra my hoe mens energie somme maak. Ek het so vinnige 'n spreadsheet opgestel. Ek moet bieg dat ek sommer 'n paar aannames die spreadsheet ingegooi het, so 'n paar ander of korreksies kan nie kwaad doen nie. Die spreadsheet kan julle hier kry. Dit is geshare dus enige iemand kan dit aflaai en opdateer.

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Janine het gesê...: hallo daar!!!!! Hoe gaan dit? Ek is op 'n ou-vriende-en-kennisse-opspoor mission...op die oomblik wonder ek waar is al die ou BTK mense en kyk wie kry ek gegoogleloer. Julle het iets ouliks beet hier, gee my 'n gawe plan vir volgende jaar! Groete hier uit Pretoria

Janine Kooy was Wierenga
(janine.kooy@gmail.com); 03 Desember 2009 om 16:12

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"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." -Albert Einstein

"He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living from hand to mouth." -Goethe

"When confronted with a work of art, we have to open our minds to allow it to carry us away. If we seek to relate intimately to another person, we have to be prepared to make ourselves vulnerable.." - Karen Armstrong

I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

- Ed Douglas: Voices from the Summit, 2000