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May 2012
Never mistake (I)gnorance as a form of character.      It is a beast in of itself.
It is a creature that takes a hold of you - like a quiet chill.     It is elusive.
It is cruel. It is heartless, and it holds no boundaries.

It seeks truth, longevity, and innocence with a direct sense of purpose to destroy.
For those who bow down to its awesome power, a soulless existence awaits.    But,   for those who stand on to fight, a life of indescribable peace will fill every dark cavern of thier souls.

And with that type of enlightenment, how could you not be better? How could you not be happy?
Written by
Linah Lynge
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