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identity we all have it i am me and you are it what it is that i know is for you to find out if i work really hard and get good at it it'll earn me a living but if everyone knew what everyone else knows there'd be nothing to sell and nothing to buy nothing to share and nothing to hide nothing to tell and nothing to write nothing to fear and nothing to hate nothing to look forward to and nothing to be proud of but if i manage to keep that ace up my sleeve that influences time or even technology that makes the unbendable sceptics believe that notable pattern in astrology what i see is mine because i saw it first and i saw it explode with a perfunctory burst it might make no sense whatsoever but that isn't going to last forever because if you knew what i knew i wouldn't be me or have we forgotten what it means to be free or have we given in to our own charity or would we oblige to that old blasphemy that says even sinners deserve sanctuary or is altruism a strange alchemy or a studious drive to epistemology or a political divide over ideology that critically questions theology we need to keep secrets because that's who we are but we also need to be fair
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
secrets
identity we all have it i am me and you are it what it is that i know is for you to find out if i work really hard and get good at it it'll earn me a living but if everyone knew what everyone else knows there'd be nothing to sell and nothing to buy nothing to share and nothing to hide nothing to tell and nothing to write nothing to fear and nothing to hate nothing to look forward to and nothing to be proud of but if i manage to keep that ace up my sleeve that influences time or even technology that makes the unbendable sceptics believe that notable pattern in astrology what i see is mine because i saw it first and i saw it explode with a perfunctory burst it might make no sense whatsoever but that isn't going to last forever because if you knew what i knew i wouldn't be me or have we forgotten what it means to be free or have we given in to our own charity or would we oblige to that old blasphemy that says even sinners deserve sanctuary or is altruism a strange alchemy or a studious drive to epistemology or a political divide over ideology that critically questions theology we need to keep secrets because that's who we are but we also need to be fair
to the selfish and greedy, beware
davewilliams
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
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