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All coveted gladsomeness is near it's end, and from all it's foolish manifestations I must refrain. Despite this I do offer something of my intimacy, without frustrations or complaint; my legacy to come before my decadence, not after, (tho I am without fortune in even this regard.) I give of myself freely for I know generous equivalence to such an award is given thereafter, and without restraint. It will not be just a reward, but a just reward. Blessed am I in my unfaded attitude, for I have discovered how to gaze on attributes, not thru my old insensate reveries, but after personal growth -despite hearing the defeatists scholarly jokes- those remorseless platitudes, unjust whisperings on the philosophies of human constructs and concerns throughout history; these meandering mortals and their mutterings then to scatter thru the great hall! So be it so, I will be understanding, cordial. After all, I still have to undergo the passive experience, to go on examining the concrete nature of this thingness in awe of a heightened certainty where esteem and pride must be earned by all, a sense inspiring of something far better, a spirit untied, unfettered, is that impulse of the will that urges humanity on by strong moral pressure.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Legacy of Humanity
All coveted gladsomeness is near it's end, and from all it's foolish manifestations I must refrain. Despite this I do offer something of my intimacy, without frustrations or complaint; my legacy to come before my decadence, not after, (tho I am without fortune in even this regard.) I give of myself freely for I know generous equivalence to such an award is given thereafter, and without restraint. It will not be just a reward, but a just reward. Blessed am I in my unfaded attitude, for I have discovered how to gaze on attributes, not thru my old insensate reveries, but after personal growth -despite hearing the defeatists scholarly jokes- those remorseless platitudes, unjust whisperings on the philosophies of human constructs and concerns throughout history; these meandering mortals and their mutterings then to scatter thru the great hall! So be it so, I will be understanding, cordial. After all, I still have to undergo the passive experience, to go on examining the concrete nature of this thingness in awe of a heightened certainty where esteem and pride must be earned by all, a sense inspiring of something far better, a spirit untied, unfettered, is that impulse of the will that urges humanity on by strong moral pressure.
jamie-l-cantore
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
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