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Triad of Illusions

Triad of Illusions I. Illusion of Freedom In air we fall free, bound by earth that holds us captive. We live by cycles - day, night cold, hot rain, sun love, hate the seasons. Gravity humbles us and freedom is an illusion II. Illusion of Wisdom We lie in all honesty for kernels of truth hurt our ego. We deny a God whose air we breathe whose image we wear and spirit we bear and judge ourselves thinkers. The universe confounds us; wisdom is an illusion III. Illusion of Equality Race is a front runner. More subtle poisons wreak havoc. Colorism and ethnicism kill more dreams than color; fight is misguided. For independence we reap guilt and blood-stained hands are the prize of liberty. For every right won, we do more wrong. When will understanding come? Equality is an illusion - the end that may someday end us.

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