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<> ”What worth, dear man, are thee to me? Of Brotherhoods eternity, Esteemed, thy worth, from whence thee came? In consequence, by any other name. Whence laughter creased and cracked thy face Wouldst sadness flee to lesser place? And wouldst thou rather, not have been? A thought we all would curse....obscene! Of what thy vaulting valued prose? In essence, beyond scented rose. Perchance, dear friend, that thee should die? Hot tears would rain from blood red sky” **MARSHALL GEBBIE <§> <§> <§> <§> <§> the reconciliatory process, never ending, one seeks to estimate his worth on this earth, harmonizing his consciousness with an undated human elegy, appraising his qualifications on a malleable but fixed scale; fixed are the qualities: kindness, kindness, then courage to be more kind! honesty, honesty, the honesty of rigorous estimation, the excess of giving love always more, eradicate selfishness malleable is the scale! an instrument that measures more, always more, the little lines on our ruler, meter stick, are but a ladder to a ceiling ever visible but luckily unattainable the highest grade attainable is glorious failure that says, back to the drawing board, redrawing thy image, the singular constant, a grail with no final location, an equation that is a starry palate of moving loci: we are each an each formed by all the points satisfying a particular equation of the relation between human coordinates, or by a point, line, or surface moving according to the defined conditions of what is truly human, hands touching, skin to skin here is the wondrous rub, the most excellent complication! the human equation by its very conceptual essence can be solved by numbers of two or greater value, one, is non-viable, worthless, a zero equivalent, no solution to all you seek to understand in this then, we summarize: you can be a successful human, if and only if, you comprehend that we exist only, we are defined ourself by the plurality of friendships, thy own worth, is not yours alone, existing only in the grasp of others, and thus we answer the riddling question:** *** What worth, dear man, are thee to me?*** 5:15 PM Mon Oct 12 2020 Location coordinates are: Latitude: 41.048513558171045 Longitude: -72.36516056990725
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
MARSHALL GEBBIE: What worth, dear man, are thee to me?
<> ”What worth, dear man, are thee to me? Of Brotherhoods eternity, Esteemed, thy worth, from whence thee came? In consequence, by any other name. Whence laughter creased and cracked thy face Wouldst sadness flee to lesser place? And wouldst thou rather, not have been? A thought we all would curse....obscene! Of what thy vaulting valued prose? In essence, beyond scented rose. Perchance, dear friend, that thee should die? Hot tears would rain from blood red sky” **MARSHALL GEBBIE <§> <§> <§> <§> <§> the reconciliatory process, never ending, one seeks to estimate his worth on this earth, harmonizing his consciousness with an undated human elegy, appraising his qualifications on a malleable but fixed scale; fixed are the qualities: kindness, kindness, then courage to be more kind! honesty, honesty, the honesty of rigorous estimation, the excess of giving love always more, eradicate selfishness malleable is the scale! an instrument that measures more, always more, the little lines on our ruler, meter stick, are but a ladder to a ceiling ever visible but luckily unattainable the highest grade attainable is glorious failure that says, back to the drawing board, redrawing thy image, the singular constant, a grail with no final location, an equation that is a starry palate of moving loci: we are each an each formed by all the points satisfying a particular equation of the relation between human coordinates, or by a point, line, or surface moving according to the defined conditions of what is truly human, hands touching, skin to skin here is the wondrous rub, the most excellent complication! the human equation by its very conceptual essence can be solved by numbers of two or greater value, one, is non-viable, worthless, a zero equivalent, no solution to all you seek to understand in this then, we summarize: you can be a successful human, if and only if, you comprehend that we exist only, we are defined ourself by the plurality of friendships, thy own worth, is not yours alone, existing only in the grasp of others, and thus we answer the riddling question:** *** What worth, dear man, are thee to me?*** 5:15 PM Mon Oct 12 2020 Location coordinates are: Latitude: 41.048513558171045 Longitude: -72.36516056990725
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
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