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SHROUD OF PERSPECTIVE


The shroud of perspective is a grotesque mask worn to cover the shame in our prejudice...

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The meek shall inherit the earth and- Could this mean that I will inherit the earth alone? Yet am I meek? I believe I'm Me, the flip-side to any We in the vicinity of the Holy Word of God, Me, a mere peasant in the game... I am Mark R. Prime, and we, the collective, are in need of this particular unfolding speech, not of my thoughts alone, a just method for giving rise to my own rising as it relates, now get this, to We.

I call that a conundrum, not for me but for we... I am. Now let's get together! I ask because I, as Me, am instructed to. The flip-side ain't so bad, if you understand only too well whom you're dancing with. Ready

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One plus One equals One.

(Nature's mathematics...)

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The media's use of the word "attack" when it comes to the politicians versus their political opponents is a rather dismal way to frame a democratic process. Dismal and dangerous because we seem to be incorporating it, as if the elections were a criminal act.

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It is dangerous for us to become used to the word "attack" being tossed around so nonchalantly, as if we're at war with our fellow citizens.

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Come to think of it, the word is trying to or already has become us.

What a tragic shame...

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Peace is the way forward, it is not merely a feeling. It is meant to be an ongoing commitment by all of humankind...


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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