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Mar 2014
to think a thought, to think of me, is nothing I see fit to do.
my self and I, are not to be seen, not heard, but known as Me.
before I believed, in not believing in, I believed my beliefs were blind.
so now at all, if I believe,
I think I know there is none to find.

believe in the right,
believe in the wrong,
it matters not to the world.
the world has no feeling,
no emotion for you.
not one thing will matter,
not one thing you do.
so if when you do, these things that you do,
you think a thought just as I,
believe in more that just your beliefs,
these things matters not, if the life when we die.

I know not of afterlives,
I know nothing of a being, supreme.
I know I am self, and I am nothing,
in the eyes of the world, a burden.
where I will go, and be, when I die,
has nothing to do with me,
has nothing to do with the world which we house,
and nothing to do with what I believe.
Mike Patten
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