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The right used mind, rightly spelled, righteous, can be possessed of virtues unimagined by those too young to know. Father of many nations was old when told Every imagination in the heart of man is only evil from his youth, is that so? I think not, somehow, I imagine there were always those whose hearts held hope and hope makes not ashamed, right? Ah, see, hope imagine that Hope repairs the rift, the tear through which the rib emerged full-formed exactly what I dreamed of meet for me, and more, there's the story, man dreamed the wombed one before she was given him, so before the ingestion of the knowledge of good and evil. Got that? Before knowledge of good and evil. Meet means right, right, just right. Not wrong. Adam walked in the garden with God, like a kid and his dad, except dad was not made of dirt. "Hey, boy, look at this…" they loved that action, But there was found no mate meet for Adam, eh? The plot thickens. What was Adam looking for? What would you expect, as a very smart boy who knew the names of all known things? Not a voice, exactly, more a feeling hunger thirst ish but worse, un-named unnameable Oh, she is meet for me, fit formed for me, lock and key Why was there any time when men lacked wombs? What if the story was twisted? Hmmm. Eve was meet for Adam. That's the story. From the mind of the man who had walked and probably played with his creator, Oh, partisan brains, inhabited by why lies encrusted with ways and means, how did we fall or did we fall at all? Wonder if we all believe… What if we all believe… ----- Wisdom is the key, curiosity seeks, seek and ye shall find ask and ye shall receive who so ever does that gets that or hopes to, right. stuff, can I ask for stuff, money, good-doing-power, uber-mensch, bon homme, saint super prayer guy? Peace of Jerusalem Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven you gotta have some accurate idea of heaven afore you go saying' you got the contract to build the foundation whereupon All stories that end happy ever after are buildt. Cruel ruler. Eat grass, may Nebuchadnezzar visit your dream and write on your wall. Mob-maker, bow before your maker and lay aside your mortal toil, turn round and round and round and see we all are, as you are, aware believers, hopers Why would you call me enemy? Have I taken food from your child? Have I turned you out when you sought shelter? Have I failed to believe or failed to learn? Why do delicate things break so easily? How can anything be? Yet, here we are. You and me, immaterially sharing a fragile thought.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
The Right Used Mind
The right used mind, rightly spelled, righteous, can be possessed of virtues unimagined by those too young to know. Father of many nations was old when told Every imagination in the heart of man is only evil from his youth, is that so? I think not, somehow, I imagine there were always those whose hearts held hope and hope makes not ashamed, right? Ah, see, hope imagine that Hope repairs the rift, the tear through which the rib emerged full-formed exactly what I dreamed of meet for me, and more, there's the story, man dreamed the wombed one before she was given him, so before the ingestion of the knowledge of good and evil. Got that? Before knowledge of good and evil. Meet means right, right, just right. Not wrong. Adam walked in the garden with God, like a kid and his dad, except dad was not made of dirt. "Hey, boy, look at this…" they loved that action, But there was found no mate meet for Adam, eh? The plot thickens. What was Adam looking for? What would you expect, as a very smart boy who knew the names of all known things? Not a voice, exactly, more a feeling hunger thirst ish but worse, un-named unnameable Oh, she is meet for me, fit formed for me, lock and key Why was there any time when men lacked wombs? What if the story was twisted? Hmmm. Eve was meet for Adam. That's the story. From the mind of the man who had walked and probably played with his creator, Oh, partisan brains, inhabited by why lies encrusted with ways and means, how did we fall or did we fall at all? Wonder if we all believe… What if we all believe… ----- Wisdom is the key, curiosity seeks, seek and ye shall find ask and ye shall receive who so ever does that gets that or hopes to, right. stuff, can I ask for stuff, money, good-doing-power, uber-mensch, bon homme, saint super prayer guy? Peace of Jerusalem Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven you gotta have some accurate idea of heaven afore you go saying' you got the contract to build the foundation whereupon All stories that end happy ever after are buildt. Cruel ruler. Eat grass, may Nebuchadnezzar visit your dream and write on your wall. Mob-maker, bow before your maker and lay aside your mortal toil, turn round and round and round and see we all are, as you are, aware believers, hopers Why would you call me enemy? Have I taken food from your child? Have I turned you out when you sought shelter? Have I failed to believe or failed to learn? Why do delicate things break so easily? How can anything be? Yet, here we are. You and me, immaterially sharing a fragile thought.
A next moment after the last, where hope appeared, un expected, as it were.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
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