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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our lives are but a breath so minuscule in the vastness of time and the cosmos that insignificance that dresses our life is barely realized by those seeking to define what is being self and the paths of humanities dichotomy desertion of all worth and depredations unconcealed to superfluous self exaltation its a wonder the species has survived even to this time a continual examination of embedded frailties that are self defeating but in whose apex will surrender one’s own life in order to preserve another’s and not meaning the kind a government demands also the ability to sleepwalk through life with so few moments of clarity that Jesus could pronounce “Let the dead bury the dead ” One atom alone contains enough energy to obliterate a multitude of cities upon its release yet our bodies contain billions of those little energy factories but the amount of all that energy in the cosmos is beyond all comprehension I should be moving at the speed of Light but I prefer a snails pace Or how easily our ability to think submits itself to ideological shackles imposed by the self appointed masters of the bastions of a caste system that plagues every strata and path and highway threading the lives of “humans” A species so full of darkness where the divine spark is nearly dormant you are what I Am Go and learn what that means Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation. Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them. Psalms 39 COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
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