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GOODNESS (either we give it or it will be taken away)

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on ones perspective, none of this, our current noise making of left and right and god competitions and hope and change- matters in the least, unless we bring goodness to the forefront and stop the aforementioned, unprecedented noise. I mean worldwide.

If goodness, and I mean the kind of goodness that hasn't words or parties or divisions or sects, but is pure goodness, and if that goodness doesn't echo throughout this land and the world, mother earth, then it will essentially have been for naught and will be a loss all around. A loss like no other.

As bleak as that may sound, it is what I believe to be the facts on the ground and in the sky as I know them. It doesn't have to be bleak. It can be, if we choose, an incredible time to be alive!

© 2010 by mark prime


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