Like, Dislike, Love, Sad, Funny, Huh?

~Facebook has the "Like" button as a one click choice. Why not a "DisLike", a "Love", a "Funny", a "Sad" or even a "huh?" button...?

Just a thought.

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It'd make "liking" a sad post, less awkward...

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(There is a “dislike” button now, and agree with having a larger selection of choices.)

I'm not a big fan of a "dislike" button, as I believe if one is going to like or dislike a post they should feel free to enter into a discussion of their choice in the comments. I think doing so helps people grow both mentally and spiritually, for, after all, I believe we are dancing with one another's spirit and thinking fearlessly about our selves. Our purpose, our need...

I say let us ponder upon our purpose. I say let's examine what we know, we've examined what we believe until we're blue in the face, let's not forgo our own image of God or Allah or Yaweh or Christ, etc, but instead begin to listen to what we know for a while. Let the wars vanish, the dust settle, and then just listen to our inner spirit of love, listen to the eartH's song that's been beneath it all, since before man, before word, before belief sprang out like a mad engineer of doom and gloom...

(Love; the one word that has it all.)

This story is not about the truth, it is about a better system of belief which is based upon what is known and not what is dreamed.

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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