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If, my answers to your questions or our general conversations, either here or on your own Facebook or anywhere, if our conversations made you feel that your belief was not important to me, I want to reassure you that that is not the reality of my journey. Your spirits are very important to me, if they weren't, I wouldn't be giving my mind and belief away like their candy! Rejoice that we've air to breathe or water to drink or soil to reap and sow and for nature to celebrate in all its magnificence!

Somebody, everybody douse the flame and begin to rise up alongside the fullness of Love! Laugh with joy, do not weep with sorrow, there's enough of that to go around another lifetime or two. Live, Laugh and Love is or should be humankind's greatest tools to save them from self-destruction! Not one more child or human spirit lost to war, murder, genocide, greed, indifference, but there I go repeating myself...

(Whoah... Slow down there, scribe! You're not only writing it, you're speaking it, too!)

Actually, Mark Richard Prime is doing neither...

(Silence...)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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