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OUR VULNERABILITIES


Want to know how vulnerable we are? My phone died and I wasn't disappointed, I went with its flow, not my own. It sure as hell ain't rocket science... It's an existence based on battery life. Create a Heaven now, or suffer in the one we don't.

Assumptions are made worse by our unsuspecting expectations of being asses.

So... Jesus was a prophet, a man who existed, if not in reality, then beyond doubt in search of a savior.

Think as if it is all backwards, told in reverse order from a beginning to a new beginning, and the core truths we tell ourselves and that that will be the reflection we experience, that we sent forth into our own private echo chamber.

Back away with haste, for it will strike at us in the balance. We remain stymied because We hold tightly to truths that we cannot possibly know, and these truths become the return of our own thoughts which are thoughts and not (necessarily) truths.

We KNOW nothing...
Think or don't think, but let us do our best to be with that which we cannot yet know.

Think. For the Love of ALL, think without absolutes, there's great glee in it...

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


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