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*“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to **** them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are* strong at the broken places." A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway <> struggling with so much, then this scripture of writing sent by some unfamiliar, a providential provider; and I am realized, this man is broken in ways you have no idea, can~not comp~re~hend understanding floods, healing required, for I too have been killed, my trust and beliefs, trashed, too many fools who think that moral equivalence is a thing, that the unspeakable is justified, hatred makes me so broke so low, how, justification is not justice, nor an excuse to do whatever cross the street, and believe, that drivers will honor a red, a stop sign, but plenty think this don’t apply to me, not me getting on the back of a line is for fools, people who cannot answer the arrogant question of the insistent “Do You Know Who I am?” I know who I am, yet the ponderance of evidence says that is not enough, I am insufficient, I am less than human, I am undeserving, because of my ancestry And I will spare you the precise definitions of these statements, for it should be unnecessary, you should be nodding in agreement, clear eyed understanding, intuitive, in your own broken bones felt! But, my bones are broken, and the healing needs a source, a “see here” directive, explain me how my insane madness is not a proper responsa to the weight of hate my eyes see, seen, and that my own eyes are not lying, but believed. but intuitively understood that my broken bones can be healed, each in their own way, so I will retire, perhaps return when, even if not fully recovered, sufficient to care enough, ready to be rebroken, again, for this! this! is my true poetic ancestry thousands of years have not broken us, and never will, for it is not fear that will prevent our resurrection, for we immunized, for what unimaginable have we not known, and yet recovered, this, I believe, my healing will be quiet, solitary, removed from the distractive noises of invective infecting, but I will be present, for my children, and my children’s children will look to this ancestor and learn that his blood and bones deeds them the self-healing properties that always has and always will defeat those who seek to destroy your future 1) the DNA of your ancestry inherited inherent in your bone marrow and bone tissue is continuously remodeled through the concerted actions of bone marrow cells 2) Stem cells in your red bone marrow (hematopoietic stem cells) create red and white blood cells and platelets, all of which are components of your whole blood. so here is our truth: when, ***The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places!*** our whole blood will replenish us

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Nov 17, 2023

Nov 17, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

strong at the broken places, my whole blood

*“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to **** them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are* strong at the broken places." A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway <> struggling with so much, then this scripture of writing sent by some unfamiliar, a providential provider; and I am realized, this man is broken in ways you have no idea, can~not comp~re~hend understanding floods, healing required, for I too have been killed, my trust and beliefs, trashed, too many fools who think that moral equivalence is a thing, that the unspeakable is justified, hatred makes me so broke so low, how, justification is not justice, nor an excuse to do whatever cross the street, and believe, that drivers will honor a red, a stop sign, but plenty think this don’t apply to me, not me getting on the back of a line is for fools, people who cannot answer the arrogant question of the insistent “Do You Know Who I am?” I know who I am, yet the ponderance of evidence says that is not enough, I am insufficient, I am less than human, I am undeserving, because of my ancestry And I will spare you the precise definitions of these statements, for it should be unnecessary, you should be nodding in agreement, clear eyed understanding, intuitive, in your own broken bones felt! But, my bones are broken, and the healing needs a source, a “see here” directive, explain me how my insane madness is not a proper responsa to the weight of hate my eyes see, seen, and that my own eyes are not lying, but believed. but intuitively understood that my broken bones can be healed, each in their own way, so I will retire, perhaps return when, even if not fully recovered, sufficient to care enough, ready to be rebroken, again, for this! this! is my true poetic ancestry thousands of years have not broken us, and never will, for it is not fear that will prevent our resurrection, for we immunized, for what unimaginable have we not known, and yet recovered, this, I believe, my healing will be quiet, solitary, removed from the distractive noises of invective infecting, but I will be present, for my children, and my children’s children will look to this ancestor and learn that his blood and bones deeds them the self-healing properties that always has and always will defeat those who seek to destroy your future 1) the DNA of your ancestry inherited inherent in your bone marrow and bone tissue is continuously remodeled through the concerted actions of bone marrow cells 2) Stem cells in your red bone marrow (hematopoietic stem cells) create red and white blood cells and platelets, all of which are components of your whole blood. so here is our truth: when, ***The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places!*** our whole blood will replenish us