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For many years, the people of the Chaku Islands have wanted...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/712353"><title>Anger towards God is good!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/712353</link><description>Many people have left their faiths because they have been angry towards god but refrain from showing it. God demands a lot from religionists, almost to the extent of being a slave. For instance, Muslims revere the name "Abdullah" or (God's Slave in Arabic) as a great name. However, we as humans...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/704188"><title>What is the point to university education?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/704188</link><description>In my opinion, university education is a waste of money, time, and effortless worry. It is thriving on all the dollars giving great heroes of academia a comfy chair in their offices in the ivory tower of academic studies. Thousands of millions of people are having to go through the pangs worse...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/704062"><title>Aetherential Spirituality.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Javaret/704062</link><description>What is Aetherential spirituality? Simply put, it is the natural spiritual condition of this universe: The Aetherens. 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