THE POWERFUL FORCE AT WORK: LOVE

Certainly, at the time of her conversion, it was her intellectual prowess, her capacity for reasoning, her logical spirit that were in play. But, on a deeper love, she knew there was another, more powerful force at work: love. Her conversion at Notre Dame touched more than her reason. Her reason had been pacified, satisfied; … Continue reading THE POWERFUL FORCE AT WORK: LOVE

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Civil Law – Conflict of Laws

Philippine Law Reviewers

CONFLICTS OF LAWS; Definition:

  1. That part of the law of each state or nation which determines whether, in dealing with a legal situation, the law or some other state or nation will be recognized, given effect, or applied (16 Am Jur, 2d, Conflict of Laws, §1).
  2. That part of municipal law of a state which directs its courts and administrative agencies, when confronted with a legal problem involving a foreign element, whether or not they should apply a foreign law/s (Paras).

DISTINGUISHED FROM PUBLIC INTERNATIONAL LAW

BASIS

CONFLICT OF LAW

LAW OF NATIONS

1

Nature Municipal in character International in character

2

Persons involved Dealt with by private individuals; governs individuals in their private transactions which involve a foreign element Sovereign states and other entities possessing international personality, e.g., UN; governs states in their relationships amongst themselves

3

Transactions involved Private transactions between private individuals Generally affected by public…

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We talked to our kids about souls

Beautiful Souls

Butterfly Mind

Swinging Bridge at Babcock State Park, West Virginia, autumn on andreabadgley.com Swinging Bridge at Babcock State Park, West Virginia

“Hey Mom, are trees living things or living beings?”

Our nine year old son looked into the forest then up at me as we hiked side by side along a gurgling brook. His dad and sister walked a few steps ahead of us. Upstream was the Glade Creek Grist Mill in West Virginia, a rustic wooden building with a pitched roof. Today its wet planks were framed by yellowing autumn trees.

“I guess that depends on what you mean by living being,” I said. “I think of a being as — ” I tried to think of words that would be familiar to him. I failed. “As a sentient being — something that has a soul.” The path was littered in gold, red, and toast brown leaves, and I kicked at a drift with my leather hiking shoe.

“Personally, I think of trees…

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