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It Begins With What I Know...


I think I've seen what awaits...

Come on, Mark! What awaits you is so far beyond your little ideas that it boggles the mind that you even try to imagine you know one damn thing! Think about it. The spirit is what exactly? 

Love?

Sure. 

I believe it is Love, but for the sake of all things kind, I don't or can't truly even know that this spirit and Love and Heavenly eartH and creation talk is real, it could just be my imagination. They are guesses, despite their truth or their being illusory, matters not, they are pure guesses, mere belief. My belief can be a rather potent force of my nature and can indeed produce a reality that is nearly identical to the fear and agony I've created along the way. Instead of my dancing around this fact with some sort of an imaginary and prideful idea that I know or can know diddly squat of what takes place after I die, I am choosing to stop imagining that I know anything worth repeating if it does not treat the eartH as Love, as heavenly. Anything beyond what I can know is suspect anyway, so why not imagine it as Love? What’s the damned point if my beliefs don’t begin (and end) with what I know?

Take care of this eartH or suffer at the hands of your delusions.


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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