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Once in a while, a person should say what they really think.  This world of which compassionate people dream is not about Sigourney weaving an enemy’s birth for us all to hate and destroy like any other coldblooded challenger of another’s flag or book. Forgiveness of our own and others’ shortcomings is flagged as an idealization of neo-inconformity. Nor is purity a dualistic lacky of a road whose multifaceted divisions polishes like diamonds (mistaken for disassociation of) making own wounds our wisdom, or even diversity masked as acceptance. Separation Consciousness should never be capitalized, but since humans alone can discuss what doesn’t exist, we think that which does exist can fathom prayers that have pieced together over the millennia’s selfishness. Is purity selfish?  Focused on one thing, or is it more like the many joining as One?  The One cannot be reunited, for it was never always.

Human life is like a jigsaw puzzle, I supposed, comprised of bricks formed and dissolved into and out of the penitent’s desire for perfection that already precedes the desire and heralds the longing. A word here, a sentence there, a cumulative impact perceiving snow upon one’s moonroof as cloud formations. Rorschach’s Test with no highlights, underlining, or sidebar notations. A pure book. An unread Blog. And so we meet death to live beyond both. Quit kicking yourself out of the Garden of Eden.

There seem to be times when we know we need to be ruthless with someone else and to just allow the holy witness (those who love us enough) to trust deeply enough to listen to when they were from our path. Rare souls.

I'm hesitant to I want to ask you to reveal and to show me in advance the consequences of this. Deep down, maybe we all know we must commence ‘not yet determined.’  So now that you already know (both true and that mystical way) in which contradictions in our human world blend beautifully together, then maybe you can intuit purity. The cost of choice is not the same as surrendering Freedom or Unfreedom. The cost is the illusion itself.