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Liar


Everything I've said is a lie. It’s belief, and just because you or I believe it, doesn’t mean it nears the truth of what’s to come...

Belief is not truth, it may have minute resemblance to the one exactness, but it certainly can’t begin to paint the truth, can it?

(The truth of our devout beliefs, yes.)

What of our reality? Doesn’t it, our truth, garner as much or more of our consideration as our beliefs? Wouldn’t that then render belief nearer to fiction, nearer to falsehood than our minds can fathom of the one non-fiction exactness?

Call it God, call it Christ, Call it Allah, or any name you see fit, but the one exactness has had enough of our rhetoric of love. It’s time for our fullness of affection to breach the walls we’ve erected into prison cells that we might lock away our Life, our Love and our Laughter.


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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