As a civilization, we were simply relearning the folly of our throes, taking that long road of learning to leave the golds and silver back in the mountains where they belong as the spirit of those who died mining the money we now spend would only goad and fuel our hurtling delusion towards destruction, Babylon games that we have all done before but forgot, be that as it may, We will surely return to our true wealth in the green, trees and sustainable fishing of our rivers, in the quiet read, subsistent householding
It will takes us time to realize that we are all pedalling backwards or read sutras either way we have done all this pillaging before it led nowhere then, it will lead nowhere again
Life is best lived in our service to others until we realized our existence and relevance depended on how many happiness we could effuse we were all languid in a spool it isn't money but loving sacrifice that is every man's currency.
Life is best lived in our service to others until we realized our existence and relevance depended on how many happiness we could effuse we were all languid in a spool it isn't money but loving sacrifice that is every man's currency.
If you give things time, you will buy what the other has bought rather quickly and also discard with the same disinterest so what speed towards invariable disinterest would hurtled the one who has outran all pursuits.
Like the knot out the lake, into the pond just to do it all over again, when the corpse of you was just around the corner, all that mattered was the attention you paid to your love, your quiet, read, cats, long walks, music good sleep, and contemplation.
When a love effuses care and attention entity hood to every itty-bitty bit of your life, even cucumbers taste like goat meat.
The What if it were me thinking, make every one you, understandable and under the protection of your love, In a bid for control we were longing for that which is already in our hands, we relax when we notice that the devil only attacks with the sword of discontent.
Nothing could hurt you then, cloud would shield you from the sun, the very road would feel like cotton and your heart would come close to bursting, and it's the cheapest the easiest, it's love. Everything else were sand castle, a game of tetris, greed unto waste, stacking up for dilapidation, manning of junks, a wasting away in this pedantic prostitution, cattling of men. After all they acquired they all had best lived a prostitution, a fawning, an accentuate for recognition and were immediately smiling on a banner, dead as can be, forgotten.
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