#infinite largesse

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Industry

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Industry 3.08 'Infinite Largesse' – Season Finale

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Industry 3.08 Infinite Largesse I want you there.

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Industry season 3 episode 8 "Infinite Largesse" (2024) dir. Mickey Down & Conrad Kay

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marisa abela as yasmin kara hanani in industry s3e8 — infinite largesse

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INDUSTRY 3x08 "Infinite Largesse"

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industry / season three episode eight, "infinite largesse"

mickey down and konrad kay, 2024

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"Get rid of her."

Industry S3E08 "Infinite Largesse"

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The Words - The Tenth  Word - Part 22

SECOND TRUTH: The gate of Munificence and Mercy, the manifestations of His Names the All-Munificent and the All-Compassionate. Would the Lord of this world, Who demonstrates infinite munificence, mercy, dignity, and glory through His works, recompense according to His Munificence and Mercy and punish according to His Dignity and Glory?

Consider the following: All animate beings are given some form of appropriate sustenance.21 Indeed, the weakest and most powerless receive the best sustenance; every troubled one finds its remedy almost on hand. Such bountiful largesse given with such noble magnanimity betokens a giving hand of Infinite Munificence. During spring, for instance, all trees are dressed in silk-like finery, covered with blossoms and fruits as if bejeweled, and made to offer many varieties of the choicest fruits on their branches, stretched forward like a servant’s arms. We receive sweet and wholesome honey from a stinging honeybee, dress in the finest and softest cloth woven by a handless silkworm, and find a great treasure of Mercy stored for us in tiny seeds. Who but One having the most perfect Munificence, the finest and most subtle Mercy, can do such things?

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Bowen's Daily Meditations

by Rev. George Bowen

"The water that I shall give him, shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." – John 4:14

"Art thou able, Christ, to slake the thirst of my soul? Dost thou know what strength of desire there is in me? Consider what seas of goodness have, in the providence of God, been poured upon me without in the least diminishing the force of aspiration within me. Whatever is given, seems only to stimulate my imagination and send it soaring a higher flight. Thus it would appear that in the very nature of things I never can know satisfaction. Give me everything that I can now conceive of, and scarcely will I have looked upon it before my conception has found its wings again; and where my conception goes there also goes my desire. How then canst thou give me water to quench the thirst of my soul? Knowest thou my soul and her thirst? Where hast thou that water?"

He that formed thee knoweth thee. Thy conception cannot exceed the conception of God; must indeed, even in its wildest flight, fall infinitely short of it. Thine is a conception of desire; his is a conception relating to the satisfaction of that desire. Wonderful therefore as thou art in thy mental constitution, gigantic as is the power of aspiration in thee, He that made thee is infinitely more wonderful. It would indeed have been the greatest mistake on his part, to make a creature with a power of conception which he himself could not over take. He has made no such mistake as this. All his perfections testify that he is able to satisfy thee. Let it be therefore firmly settled in your mind that there is no absolute and invincible difficulty in the way of your blessedness.

There is a disordered thirst that nothing can assuage. The torment remains, however often or abundantly you answer the call of the patient for water. Oh, if you could give him some water that would reach the seat of his disease, subdue his fever, and recover him from that mad disordered thirst, you would approve yourself the very physician that he needs. Now this is what Christ does. He knows well that if he gave thee all wealth, all luxury, all art, all renown, all success, all power, all beautiful sights and sounds, yet would not these unbounded largesses tend in the least to slake the thirst of thy soul for happiness. But the water that he giveth thee, goes to thy soul and cures the terrible disease that has made havoc of thy life; changes the character of thy desire; causes to spring up in thee emotions and affections corresponding to the wise and loving thoughts of God, and then satisfies these desires.

Has the water that Christ has given thee become, Christian, a well in thee? Hast thou within thyself a well of perennial purity and bliss, of beautiful thoughts, delight in God, willingness to do his will, peace, strength to resist temptation, love to your fellow-men, anticipation of glory? If there be in thee this inexhaustible well of all that is desirable, then hast thou enough not only for thyself, but for thy neighbors, for all mankind in fact. Yes, if thou alone of all the family of man, were in possession of such a well, from thee there might go forth streams to make glad the entire face of earth, to satisfy the entire wants of men. For this well in thee, is Christ in thee.

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RESURRECTION and THE HEREAFTER: Part 9

Introduction

SECOND TRUTH

The Gate of Generosity and Mercy,the Manifestation of the Names of Generous and Merciful

Is it at all possible that the Lord of this world, Who in His works demonstrates infinite generosity, infinite mercy, infinite splendour and infinite glory, should not give reward in a manner befitting His generosity and mercy, and not punish in a manner befitting His splendour and glory?

If one looks at the disposition of affairs in this world, one sees that all animate beings from the weakest to the most powerful- are given some fitting form of sustenance Indeed, the weakest and most powerless are given the best form of sustenance. This largesse and bounty is distributed with such lofty generosity that a hand of infinite generosity is manifestly at work.

For example, in the spring, all the trees are garbed in clothes as fine as silk, just like the houris in Paradise; they are encrusted with flowers and fruits, as if with jewels, and caused to offer us numerous varieties of the choicest fruits, on branches delicately outstretched like the hands of a servant. Similarly, we are given wholesome and sweet honey to eat, from the hand of the bee with its sting; we are clothed in the finest and softest of clothes by means of an insect that has no hands; and within a small seed a great treasure of mercy is preserved for us. It is self-evident that all of this is the effect of a most beauteous generosity, a most delicate sense of mercy.

Then, too, the fact that, with the exception of man and certain wild animals, all things, from the sun, the moon and earth to the smallest of creatures, perform their functions with the utmost exactitude, do not overstep their bounds by an inch, and observe a universal obedience in a spirit of great awe - this shows that they act by the command of a Possessor of great glory and dignity. It is also apparent that the fashion in which all mothers, in the vegetable, animal and human realms, succour their weak and powerless infants with the delicate nurture of milk, in tender compassion, is a manifestation of God’s all-embracing mercy

Since the master of this world has, then, such infinite generosity, mercy, splendour and glory, it follows that His infinite glory and splendour require the chastisement of the discourteous; that His infinite generosity requires infinite bounty, and His infinite mercy requires a bestowal of favour worthy of itself. Now in this transitory world and brief life, only a millionth part of all this, like one drop from the ocean, establishes and manifests itself. There must therefore be a realm of blessedness appropriate to that generosity and worthy of that mercy. One would otherwise have to deny the existence of the mercy that is visible to us, and this would be like denying the existence of the sun that fills every day with its light. For irrevocable death would transform compassion into disaster, love into affliction, blessing into vengeance, intellect into a tool of misery, and pleasure into pain, so that the very essence of God’s mercy would vanish.

There must in addition be a realm of punishment appropriate to God’s glory and dignity. For generally the oppressor leaves this world while still in possession of his might, and the oppressed while still subjected to humiliation. These matters are therefore deferred for the attention of a supreme tribunal; it is not that they are neglected. It sometimes happens too that punishment is enacted in this world. The torments suffered by disobedient and rebellious peoples in previous centuries show that man is not left to his own devices, and that he is always subject to the blows that God’s splendour and majesty may choose to inflict on him.

Is it at all possible that man should have the most important duty in all of creation and be endowed with the most important capacities; that man’s Sustainer should make Himself known to him with all His well-ordered works, and man should then fail to recognize Him in return by way of worship - or that God should make Himself beloved of men through the numerous adorned fruits of His mercy, and man should then fail to make himself beloved of God through worship - or that God should demonstrate His love and mercy to man through His variegated bounties and man should then fail to respect Him with thanks and with praise - is it at all possible that man should remain unpunished, left to his own devices, or that that powerful Possessor of splendour and glory should not make ready for him a realm of requital?

Is it at all possible, on the other hand, that He should not prepare a realm of reward and eternal bliss for those believers who respond to the Merciful and Compassionate One’s making Himself known by recognizing Him in faith; to His making Himself beloved by loving Him in worship; and to His mercy by offering thanks and veneration?

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HARPER & ERIC Industry 3.08 'Infinite Largesse'

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are we rocking with Yasmin from Industry 🤓

https://medium.com/@satavishanandy/yasmin-kara-hanani-ba4c546a962e

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industry s3e8 — infinite largesse

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Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry

Trip the fire alarm and stand back only to find To your chagrin, you can't leave the sadness behind Bearing burdens of past sins and a new knife Carry it with you like it's accompanied you all your life Resuscitate it like your future hangs in the balance Throwing away all your skills and learned talents Scorched earth; the desecrated, the better Picking apart every meaning behind every letter Develop a new language to convey the despondency Pretending my rough edges could ever leave you fond of me Going after one another as if these barbs contain the adequate toxin Weaning myself off of you with sadness and Suboxone Abusing myself and disabusing the same notions, opioids be damned Personalities multiply like fists, both iron and ham My own thoughts rightfully accusing me of misplaced prurience Embracing my own flaws, putting forth logic that's spurious

Defiant by nature, screaming ACAB and fuck the coppers Tell me I'm out of my league like I'm a pauper The equivalent of a limo pulling streetside and asking for Grey Poupon I'll take the L but goddamn if I'll fucking move on That's never been my strong suit, call me Marty McFly Because I'm stuck in the past, wiping my ass with a thick ply Because I don't know how to make sense of these Uncharted waters and we're a long way from Belize But coming up fast on Mexican waters Reliving all of my past underserved slaughters As if my ancestors paved the way for Fragility like a Trump or wafers

Trying fruitlessly to maintain ties to yesterdays Minding the way the coin lands, it's about the lesser plays With an eye towards the future, and one on the past Overstaying my welcome like I expected this to last Take me for granted like this largesse is infinite If life provides me the bucket, I'll continue to piss in it Taking turns doling out the absolute worst advice Making bad recommendations worse by employing them twice Telling ourselves that the path of least insistence Is a tree that bears fruit like the roots of persistence Spreading across the fork in the road to recovery Channeling my inner Chris Columbus with contrived discovery Lamenting my overhyped role and burning myself in effigy Fooling myself into thinking I can avoid a debt by evoking lethargy But fatigue can't save me from my predetermined fate An appetite for sadness that the universe can't sate

Knee deep in a swamp of melancholy and sinking fast Diminished returns like a shrinking blast…