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'If' is the core to life; an infinity of possibility. Only two things can render the passion stagnant: fear and negligence, addictions to comfort. Addictions to slavery. But if the 'lie' is removed from life, we are left with the 'f', we are left to be free. Freedom itself is infinity, for an idea never dies. It goes on and grows on, the hope shining in your eyes. Yet freedom is not achieved in a flash, to stay with you forevermore. It must be sustained, it must be fed. It is not easy. But what does ease bring, in the end?: temporary satisfaction hoarded with dormant passion (passion and possibility) Work - hard, grueling, exhausting labor - leads to the ultimate ease, a satisfying ease that you feel you deserve. And that is the greatest freedom.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
December 26 (marion)
'If' is the core to life; an infinity of possibility. Only two things can render the passion stagnant: fear and negligence, addictions to comfort. Addictions to slavery. But if the 'lie' is removed from life, we are left with the 'f', we are left to be free. Freedom itself is infinity, for an idea never dies. It goes on and grows on, the hope shining in your eyes. Yet freedom is not achieved in a flash, to stay with you forevermore. It must be sustained, it must be fed. It is not easy. But what does ease bring, in the end?: temporary satisfaction hoarded with dormant passion (passion and possibility) Work - hard, grueling, exhausting labor - leads to the ultimate ease, a satisfying ease that you feel you deserve. And that is the greatest freedom.
luna-wolfe
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
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