Strife is the commanding officer, because it has the very basics of its own underling under its very control. (Which is the even more basic facts towards being in such specific details, that is "shame" itself.) Then there's the very such direct component pieces that make up the perfect ingredients for shame itself.... Doubt. And...guilt. Strife has NO SUCH MAIN INGREDIENT! Mostly because... It's a commanding officer of an underling...you obviously do. Nothing more to say or even have the very such capable guesswork for such speculating results, such as this...
Strife is without equal. Because it has no other equal. Except for the very underling who trades it's very own entire whole (that is it's very own one-hundred percent put together form) for its very own ingredients (that strife themselves WISHES it had)!
A watched *** never boils. But when the heat is too high, the *** boils over. Then again, when the *** is empty and sitting on a burner, cold to the touch, it serves little to no purpose. Why don’t you add something to the ***? Why is it just sitting there? What are you planning to do with it? Are you planning on adding your own special recipe to the ***? Are you adding a unique sauce to it? Are you going to add water to the *** and allow it to simmer? Or you going to add a secret ingredient to the *** that you don’t want anybody to know about? Is the *** going to yield a hearty meal? Is it going to be food for my soul? Only you know what you want in this empty ***. I can’t add to, or take away from your *** Because it doesn’t belong to me. I feel like you want to add a piece of me to your ***. but a part of you is afraid of how the finished recipe will turn out. How can you be afraid of an empty ***? Why aren’t you adding your favorite foods to it? The *** can’t produce empty contents.
to stay young in your heart you first should have one and you better fill it up with some love just a bit because love is the secret ingredient the pursuit of justice without love makes you cruel the pursuit of truth without love makes you a heckler the pursuit of god without love makes you a bigot the pursuit of beauty without love makes you Humbert Humbert power without love makes you a tyrant honor without love makes you arrogant wit without love makes you cunning work without love makes you tired care without love makes you brusque talk without love makes you annoying seriousness without love makes you boring tenderness without love makes you mawkish friendliness without love makes you fake so you better spice things up with some love just a bit