God desires one thing above all, that is, peace. man, however, is subject to many "forces that strive within us," which may lead to discord, even war. man must seek to secure a peace between the flesh and the spirit. from what pico says, it would appear that man possesses the gift of reason in order to achieve peace between flesh and spirit.

What were some of the different and mutual demands of the various national unions? what tactics did they employ to realize their demands?

Based on your approved case, create fictitious digital evidence. you may use logs from your own computer (no personal information) as a guide or search the internet for samples. these samples do not have to be technically correct, but there must be a reasonable presumption that this information would exist, supported by a reference. document who, when, and how the evidence was obtained. remember, you are creating fictitious examples, so refer to prior reading or examples of how digital evidence was collected. if necessary, refer to the "who" as a "systems administrator" and ensure the fictitious person is identified and referenced in your investigation. digital evidence must meet each of the following criteria: some of your digital evidence must be retrieved by computer forensics. some of your digital evidence must be retrieved from log files. digital evidence must contain information to support who, what, when, where, and how the cyber-crime was committed. present digital copies of your evidence in text files, screen shots, or pdfs.

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry