What I observe at the charity or food pantry where we "the homeless" forgive me but it's true march for our rights indefinitely in the melt of cosmic time is the "volunteers" gave an extra ordinary joy from doing a good deed for themselves in the actions of interacting with us, be it handing foods out just as they might also spend doind at an elementary class however not being brain dead the ego, of the volunteers seems lost in the messianic epoch not connecting the dots on the mutual of Omaha chalkboard which is grand as bondslavery notes won't work this time either, yet the interlude of prayer confuses the mortal egos while handling freedoms and the synopsis never begats homekey wisdom freedoms to never return to the element lady songs
