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So What Should This Human Do?


Love is the only thing with legs enough to outdistance fear.

If there is a reward in belief it lies in that which is knowable, not in that which is simply believed. The only thing I can know is what's beneath my feet and even that cannot be fully "known" (which is where, I imagine, belief can best be implemented).

So what should I do? Clean up the environment, cleanse the water, the soil and the air and treat the eartH as if it is "heaven" and all of humankind as if they're "angels". It's the only way to satisfy those that believe in Love and those that don't, and even those that don't give it a thought.

It's simple really. Instead of demeaning others, or what have you, I should treat all others as I would like to be treated (with full Love and full respect) and treat my home, the eartH, as if it is fully divine. Everyone wins and I, as an "advanced thinking" creature, can go about this incredible journey "knowing" that, whatever proves to be "true" in the end, I'll be looked upon with favor.

Echo...


© 2012 by mark richard prime

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