I reduce faith to my belief systems and dreams I rationalize to waking-life, make doctrine and dogma out of them: aims, goals and measurable outcomes. Darkness I study with my Lucid Schemes Flashlight. My pacifist pedagogy for the oppressed might be the only one in the world that invites in Anarchy and, as a consequence, Chaos: room in the Inn for both. Is this capitulation or courage? Largesse or madness? I could justify my love but you’d have to be receptive to get it.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 11:25:13 +0000
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