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The Test of Word


(Of the Rorschach test--- "Some psychologists use this test to examine a person's personality characteristics and emotional functioning. It has been employed to detect underlying thought disorder, especially in cases where patients are reluctant to describe their thinking processes openly.")

I'm more concerned with what my posts "say" (what they mean) than I am with "who" might be reading them, although it would be nice to know. Why not?

We need to explore Home more often. We need to find the eartH’s remedies, the eartH will provide, if we but begin the fullness of our pledge to love…

(Is there a guarantee that comes with that?)

No. Humankind needn’t a guarantee when it comes to the eartH, it’s the eartH that needs a guarantee of humankind’s love.

(Silence…)

If not love, what good are we to the eartH of Creation?

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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