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DO NOT CONTRIBUTE TO THE NOISE...

Anytime we allow ourselves to get caught up in what is essentially noise, we contribute to that which will destroy us, humankind.

We have lost our goodness, it is being smothered by hatred, by wars, by murder, by pettiness, by a negative force brought about by our own hand, by the very thing that will make our existence pointless if we choose to allow it. Hatred, anger, bigotry, lifelessness, apathy (noise), is our Achilles heal. It will bring about an end to love, goodness, community and our kinship.

It is up to us to revive our genetic goodness and put an end to our competition of gods and faiths and sects and wars and murder and to stop souring love.

There was never meant to be a competition for these things. There was only meant to be a goodness so profound, yet so simple, that we needn't have ever had to ask, "why" or "who" or "what" or "when" or "how"... We were only meant to be, nothing more, nothing less.

And believe you me, I have been guilty of that, noise, to a rather large degree in my lifetime. For that matter, I've been guilty of that in my very recent lifetime.

...No more.

© 2010 by mark prime
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