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There should be no sides because neither sides are good nor bad, they both have something to fight for, to defend, and neither is backing up because no one wants to be tagged as a loser, a dirt on the other side’s soles, a miserable dog begging for a master. No. No one. Everyone started finding their sides, and hating the other. A coin has two sides, and you either choose one. But a coin is a circle, why can’t everyone see that, that it is a circle, with no sides, but infinite loops, curves, that no one wins, and no one loses. Where there were no teams nor something to side with because everyone is connected, with no middle to divide the left from the right. A circle, that without a half, it would never be perfect, but will just be a fragment so people won’t always have to extinguish the other side to have another always facing up, and the other down. It should have been a circle, with either is up or down, it would always find for its half, no barren lands, no hand cuffs, no blood and gun shots, no bombs, no children lost and parents dead. No left and right, but a circle longing for its continuity, its infinity that everyone is connected, essential, in the loops of life. No one wins, No one loses. Everyone is equal.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
It Should Have Been Circles
There should be no sides because neither sides are good nor bad, they both have something to fight for, to defend, and neither is backing up because no one wants to be tagged as a loser, a dirt on the other side’s soles, a miserable dog begging for a master. No. No one. Everyone started finding their sides, and hating the other. A coin has two sides, and you either choose one. But a coin is a circle, why can’t everyone see that, that it is a circle, with no sides, but infinite loops, curves, that no one wins, and no one loses. Where there were no teams nor something to side with because everyone is connected, with no middle to divide the left from the right. A circle, that without a half, it would never be perfect, but will just be a fragment so people won’t always have to extinguish the other side to have another always facing up, and the other down. It should have been a circle, with either is up or down, it would always find for its half, no barren lands, no hand cuffs, no blood and gun shots, no bombs, no children lost and parents dead. No left and right, but a circle longing for its continuity, its infinity that everyone is connected, essential, in the loops of life. No one wins, No one loses. Everyone is equal.
zakkhabitan
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
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