Since I was even the youngest child, even the wisdom of the instinct to cleave to my own, taught me that I was surrounded by not, but people that you could not place even any size of a pile of gold bars next to them to measure against their worth. Even ever since I have marveled in disappointment at the whole world around me how these priceless creatures could not find for how to get along with each other, even with such plainly possible view of their matchless value. How they could not see that for that which was against even any of us, was against, even us all. How that the weights of life in this world, even from our very beginnings were what was the cause of enmity, and not any of us. Consider, even what matters people are drawn into argument by. How often is it the likes to the worries of money and the like? How often does it reside simply in the fears that the negatives we have encounter are going to be yet again those things inevitably to our disappointment? All the so many things, the results of outside pressures, and the luring of false reliefs from them. Lies, to tell us the good can not be. A system of organized chaos that could not have even possibly began at our hands? How long will it run on, for that mankind were even first offended at themselves/or each other? What could it even so truly have to do with or at the real truth of us? It has even all began at distracting lies, to tell us we are defined at limitation, that we are unworthy of good to be had, and had among us. These lies can just simply not be the truest of what is true of us. Our birth into this world in its systems to intrude upon us the distinctions of its belittling has been an identity thief to plague the lives, of even us all. It has stolen the identity of our innocence, and replaced it with means of to name one another by its pestilence, to pit us against one another, and to destroy us. Not the some who were unworthy. Rather, to steal from, to kill, to destroy, even us all, even using how it would work to center our focus on the faults of one another, rather than how the truth says we ought to be cherished, to accomplish it. How long will you all give me to wonder at disappointment, how it should even have been possible among us? For not in all my life have I seen a fault worthy to overcome the sights of what is of Good, not even a once, and of theses things, are the true Investments that should and do, define us.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 00:00:54 +0000
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