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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about College, Theological, Seminary with the genre: Religion & Spirituality, Worship & Devotion?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'And Then Some'
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled And Then Some about Tiffany, Theodore, Williamson with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Tiffany Williamson is in search of the peace and sense of purpose lacking since a life-changing car accident. Given a second chance, she is determined to live life to the fullest with God first and everything else second. But, when Tiffany meets the love of her life, she finds herself put to the test in the one area of her life she vowed to change. Can she stay true to herself and to her God? <P>On the outside, Theodore Johnson seems to have it all: dazzling good looks that make women swoon from coast to coast and a job with ESPN that gives them the opportunity to do just that. But on the inside, Theodore is struggling. He has yet to recover emotionally from the accident that claimed his beloved wife Vanessa eight years ago. His faith has been shaken to its core, and hes not sure if he can ever believe again. <P>With love in the air, both Theodore and Tiffany struggle to accept what God is offering. Theodore wants to experience true love again, but fears the change that will come with it. Tiffany must battle her fear of being hurt yet again, and of losing herself if she surrenders and lets true love into her life. <P>As Theodore and Tiffany undertake parallel journeys to love and purpose, the lessons they learn and the spiritual growth they experience teach them and those around them the meaning of true love.
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conversations.value: Tiffany Williamson is in search of the peace and sense of purpose lacking since a life-changing car accident. Given a second chance, she is determined to live life to the fullest with God first and everything else second. But, when Tiffany meets the love of her life, she finds herself put to the test in the one area of her life she vowed to change. Can she stay true to herself and to her God? <P>On the outside, Theodore Johnson seems to have it all: dazzling good looks that make women swoon from coast to coast and a job with ESPN that gives them the opportunity to do just that. But on the inside, Theodore is struggling. He has yet to recover emotionally from the accident that claimed his beloved wife Vanessa eight years ago. His faith has been shaken to its core, and hes not sure if he can ever believe again. <P>With love in the air, both Theodore and Tiffany struggle to accept what God is offering. Theodore wants to experience true love again, but fears the change that will come with it. Tiffany must battle her fear of being hurt yet again, and of losing herself if she surrenders and lets true love into her life.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: And Then Some
  Parts of the chapter entitled "Over the Mountains and Into the Sea" first appeared in Sports Illustrated Magazine.
  HAPPINESS RUNS IN a circular motion; Donovan sang that, and I believe it. Good times come and go and change in nature over the years. We age and season and enjoy life as we can.
  But if we isolate the old, golden glow of endless horizons and eternal youth, we may more easily recall Sly Stone's assurance at a hundred ten decibels that
  On that note we may hark to an era more unique than your average once-in-a-lifetime. Who knows when so much fun will happen again?
  The warmth lingers. Sounds echo down the decades. Single frames of it clarify concepts like doubtlessness, wanderlust and a sense of well-being. They seem so indefinite now, after so many laps around the track and so much happiness come and gone and come again and gone again. Life was full and fuller then, with good vibrations seeming involuntary as breath or pulse. Never before and not since then have a handful of seasons so exquisitely defined the difference between right and wrong. With the gift of vision we saw, sensed and savored the laughably clear distinction between the profit motive and greed, between truth and propaganda, between national interest and defense contractors, between democracy and a war of attrition, between a lovely cloud of smoke and smoke up the collective ass, between a lovely cloud of smoke and napalm, between a lovely cloud of smoke and the phantoms of security, complacency and atrophy. Sustained on smoke—stoned to the gills and then some—we saw, we felt, we knew, some of us. Others observed, apart, sticking a left foot in, pulling a left foot out, but not quite jumping to the full Hokey Pokey. From those same sidelines they still observe, some with superiority, confirmed by success.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Jimmy Levin referred to his mother and father as pure parents, as lovable as parents could be, and he openly loved them back, more so for their foibles, which he found endearing and grist for his mill.'.
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conversations.value: Greg tweaked the treble and bass so the tone was perfect, then he untied Jimmy and laughed, "What's it like, man?"
  Jimmy's mouth went all floppy, and he laughed too, kind of, and made some noises but couldn't talk too well, which everyone thought was similar to Houston Control losing contact with Major Tom. Then Jimmy nodded. He stared at the record player and said, "It's off."
  Greg said, "It sounds off. That's all. You're accelerating, man. You're breaking out of suborbital. It's not off. Get all the way, man. It's on. It's right on... man."
  We hung out for a while watching Jimmy get all the way, but then we started getting off too, maybe forty-five minutes later, because we'd only swallowed our acid. Then we drifted apart to roam the Universe. Some of us may still be out there. I think Jimmy might be. A few days later he had Heavy Greg convinced that it was a stoned gas and then some, and maybe, just maybe, anybody who didn't try it would never know, never experience, which would not do, which is what happened to our parents, and look how they ended up. So they bantered further, working together to get Heavy Greg pumped up to try it. Greg was game, already feeling a little bit second fiddle, with Jimmy telling everyone how it was, and he, Heavy Greg, grinning and nodding like a bump on a log while Jimmy debriefed on his journey to where no human had ever been and returned from: the outer galaxy. "It's like, man, you're just sitting there one second, and the next second, you're like... like... tripping your fucking brains in two, man."
  What a nut. But what a dazzling character. Many called him a waste of everything. But he wasn't. He wasted his human potential in the material productivity arena, but that was exactly as intended, what he wanted most of all. Jimmy set out to blaze the ether. Till the day he died and maybe beyond that, he was a warm, fun loving guy who set himself apart from most humans by making a commitment—not to drugs; they were merely his vehicle. He wanted to be the tungsten in the light bulb. He stood out in the Heart of the Revolution by refusing to resent the seemingly silly, material lives his parents lived, with their suburban needs and fears, their addictions to creature comforts and so-called security, their tastes and fads that looked ridiculous a few years later and were in fact ridiculous in the moment. Jimmy Levin referred to his mother and father as pure parents, as lovable as parents could be, and he openly loved them back, more so for their foibles, which he found endearing and grist for his mill.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Of the whole bunch Betty's the only one I'd be able to find. She's way past sixty. I could call her. That would be fun—tell her I was still on two wheels in the wilderness, and I took a dump this morning to make an elderly motorcyclist proud. Wait—not proud. I didn't feel pride in my big dumps. It was purer than that. Pride is a vanity after all. It was more like happiness, because empty bowels meant another day of riding unencumbered. Hallelujah, I thought.
  Let's see, I had the vitamins and mineral drops, the anti-inflammatories, the ginseng and the well-being tonic. It wasn't like rolling a wake-up before turning in, but ready to rock 'n roll is relative to output and need. And I was ready. Except that I had to call Rachel to let her know I didn't die yesterday. I should have called last night. I forgot.
  SPECIAL THANKS TO the music makers, the musicians, lyricists, poets and all who captured the age and then some—who gave voice to an idea as old as the ages but long since forgotten, until the 60s. Noted herein:
  Sly and the Family Stone, The Beatles, Donovan, Joni Mitchell, Buddy Miles, Mike Bloomfield, Electric Flag, The Chambers Brothers, The Byrds, The Rascals, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Frank Zappa, Janis Joplin, Big Brother & the Holding Company, Jimi Hendrix, Captain Beefheart, Country Joe & the Fish, Joe Cocker, Mad Dogs & Englishmen, the Rolling Stones, Buffalo Springfield, America, Steely Dan, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Moody Blues, Little Richard, Steppenwolf, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Bob Dylan
  And the movies: Full Metal Jacket, The Deer Hunter, Good Morning Viet Nam, Platoon, Born on the Fourth of July and many more, including the benchmark of reasoned insanity, Apocalypse Now.
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conversations.value: She's way past sixty. I could call her. That would be fun—tell her I was still on two wheels in the wilderness, and I took a dump this morning to make an elderly motorcyclist proud. Wait—not proud. I didn't feel pride in my big dumps. It was purer than that. Pride is a vanity after all. It was more like happiness, because empty bowels meant another day of riding unencumbered. Hallelujah, I thought.
  Let's see, I had the vitamins and mineral drops, the anti-inflammatories, the ginseng and the well-being tonic. It wasn't like rolling a wake-up before turning in, but ready to rock 'n roll is relative to output and need. And I was ready. Except that I had to call Rachel to let her know I didn't die yesterday. I should have called last night. I forgot.
  SPECIAL THANKS TO the music makers, the musicians, lyricists, poets and all who captured the age and then some—who gave voice to an idea as old as the ages but long since forgotten, until the 60s. Noted herein:
  Sly and the Family Stone, The Beatles, Donovan, Joni Mitchell, Buddy Miles, Mike Bloomfield, Electric Flag, The Chambers Brothers, The Byrds, The Rascals, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Frank Zappa, Janis Joplin, Big Brother & the Holding Company, Jimi Hendrix, Captain Beefheart, Country Joe & the Fish, Joe Cocker, Mad Dogs & Englishmen, the Rolling Stones, Buffalo Springfield, America, Steely Dan, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Moody Blues, Little Richard, Steppenwolf, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Bob Dylan
  And the movies: Full Metal Jacket, The Deer Hunter, Good Morning Viet Nam, Platoon, Born on the Fourth of July and many more, including the benchmark of reasoned insanity, Apocalypse Now.