Turmoil is never a good thing, though something always emerges from its belly. The good or the bad is often depended on you. Its an effort to churn in a direction which takes you to the definitions of the worldly good.
Its an effort and at the end of it you are tired and waste.
what you have before you is the sum total and even though it sits right with your conscience it brings you no happiness. They say that dilemma makes the man, because what you choose you become. Whether you want to be that person in the first place is a big question. Good is a burden and it drags you with it as you peel yourself in the process. There is peace at offer but who is to say that the slugs of wealth and deceit don't have peace as they sleep in the palaces of excess.
your peace is your definition and nobody is to say that you are wrong or right. We slaughter and torture animals for our food. When humans slaughter each other its barbaric and undigested, then again no species attacks its own for no reason except survival. we maybe the only species who does it for progress. This is not the rule of the jungle, its rules are fair and we don't play fair.
Every time we have been set lose we have created nothing but destruction painful upheaval one cat has tried to destroy the whole herd. We are worst than animals they believe in survival, we don't believe in any such thing, because our I is insane.
Maybe that is the fact we are a faulty product, god went wrong and is now stuck keeping an eye on this creation which comes back to life like cockroaches every time he tries to make it extinct.
Our religion is again our ultimate ego, us telling ourselves that god made us in his image and we are born to rule.
Its an effort and at the end of it you are tired and waste.
what you have before you is the sum total and even though it sits right with your conscience it brings you no happiness. They say that dilemma makes the man, because what you choose you become. Whether you want to be that person in the first place is a big question. Good is a burden and it drags you with it as you peel yourself in the process. There is peace at offer but who is to say that the slugs of wealth and deceit don't have peace as they sleep in the palaces of excess.
your peace is your definition and nobody is to say that you are wrong or right. We slaughter and torture animals for our food. When humans slaughter each other its barbaric and undigested, then again no species attacks its own for no reason except survival. we maybe the only species who does it for progress. This is not the rule of the jungle, its rules are fair and we don't play fair.
Every time we have been set lose we have created nothing but destruction painful upheaval one cat has tried to destroy the whole herd. We are worst than animals they believe in survival, we don't believe in any such thing, because our I is insane.
Maybe that is the fact we are a faulty product, god went wrong and is now stuck keeping an eye on this creation which comes back to life like cockroaches every time he tries to make it extinct.
Our religion is again our ultimate ego, us telling ourselves that god made us in his image and we are born to rule.
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