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Ross Ulbricht never thought he'd get caught. *Corrections: Ulbricht attended the University of Texas at Dallas, not Austin. He was born on March 27, not March 17. Check out the book American Kingpin by Nick Bilton http://www.americankingpin.com/

NASA has released a high-definition video of the sun from its space-based solar observatory. Report by Sarah Johnston.

Name: PURE NEGGA - Cnv Sound Vol.14 Author: PURE NEGGA Song name: Cnv Sound Vol.14 Type: Remix

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemies' eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead, long live the king!" One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castle stands Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells a'ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you'd gone it was never Never an honest word That was when I ruled the world It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh...who would ever wanna be king I hear Jerusalem bells were ringing Roman Cavalry choirs were singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Whoaaa (Whoa) hear Jerusalem bells were ringing (Whoa) roman Cavalry choirs were singing (Whoa) be my mirror, my sword and shield (Whoa) my missionaries in a foreign field (Whoa) for some reason I can't explain (Whoa) I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

Nestled deep within the foothills of the Himalayas, Jhamtse Gatsai is one of the most extraordinary and inspiring communities you're likely to witness. It's led by Buddhist Monk Lobsang, a renowned spiritual teacher who works to create a reality of love and acceptance for children who have been abused or orphaned. Tashi and the Monk follows that mission as it relates to one of the newest arrivals to his commune - a reluctant five-year old girl who's endured unimaginable neglect and tragedy during her brief life. By the time Tashi enters the community, she has suffered the death of her mother and abandonment by her alcoholic father. The youngest resident, she is ill-tempered and aggressive with many of her adolescent co-habitants. Lobsang's approach does not rely on professional psychologists, prescription medications or any of the often misguided remedies set forth by modern medicine. He's more interested in building an environment that nourishes the soul. With tremendous patience and a graceful, calming manner, he empowers Tashi and the more than 80 additional children under his counsel to appreciate the gift that is their lives. He infuses them with a generosity of spirit and a shared sense of purpose, and unlocks within them an awareness of their own potential. Tashi's journey is intercut with scenes of Lobsang as he rallies the support of his teenaged residents to act as mentors to the newcomers, and as he gently declines the pleas of several families who beg for his assistance with their own wayward children. He's operating on limited resources, and he cannot jeopardize the delicate sanctity of the environment he's cultivated. We learn of the struggles he suffered through his own suppressive upbringing, and his initial inspirations for creating the commune after serving under the tutelage of the Dalai Lama. From the splendid photography of its awe-inspiring natural setting to its appealing musical score, the technical aspects of the film are uniformly impressive. But the beating heart of Tashi and the Monk - and the reason why it will linger with viewers long after its conclusion - is the rare opportunity to see a child find her hope again. It's a touching tribute to the transformative power of compassion.

Lyrics: Gone a little far Gone a little far this time for somethin' How was I to know? How was I to know this dark emotion? We're on the borderline Caught between the tides of pain and rapture Possibly a sign I'm gonna have the strangest night on Sunday There I go Quite a show for a loner in L.A. Asking how I managed to end up in this place And I couldn't get away We're on the borderline Dangerously far and all forgiven There's gonna be a fight Gonna be a price to pay on Monday (If you and I get comfortable) We're on the borderline (On the borderline) Caught between the tides of pain and rapture Then I saw the time (Then I saw the time) Watched it speedin' by like a train Like a train Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough? Will I be known and loved? Little closer, close enough I'm a loser, loosen up Set it free, must be tough Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Is there room, room for doubt? As within, as without you Will I be so in love? Getting closer, close enough Shout out to what is done? R.I.P., here comes the sun Here comes the sun Gone a little far Gone a little far this time with somethin' How could I have known? How was I to know this life get no shame? I said, "Come with me outside I need to clear my mind This weight is crashing Do you see the light Oh, coming from their eyes? Oh, no. And I couldn't get away." We're on the borderline Gets me every time These close encounters Just to know I can (Just to know I can) Once again I am alone Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough? Will I be known and loved? Little closer, close enough I'm a loser, loosen up Set it free, must be tough (I was fine without ya) Will I be known and loved? L.A. really messed me up And it isn't cut and dry Conversation. Well, I tried (I was fine without ya) Will I be? Stay right here Any closer, bad idea Shout out to what is done? R.I.P., here comes the sun (I was fine without ya) Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough?

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