A wonderous proverb I keep at the readiness of ravishes' sweet coup d'etat:
" Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself."
-Khalil Gibran
Akin to what is believed or to that I mention, a mental aptitude, there is no denying this particular thought. Who you are, and what you choose to become is bind to those that existed prior, we are an extension of selective genes. In relation, what has befallen but submerged before humanity is unrelative because it did not stand the crucible of existence, however, what is left was brought to us by ingenious relativity. To convey this point further we can assess mathematical developments with their usefulness,.
- Scientific interpretation: Swaddling an extension of life coupled with its study of possibilities
- Technological Development: How else would you be able to view this post
- Quantitative Literacy: Depicting data streams to better predict or understand
- Analytical Thinking: Lets think until we get somewhere
We are not burdened with discovering from nothingness this embarkment (Just furthering it), it has been done for us. Now, how helpful would the notion of clean hygiene would have been in the Black Plague whipping about 1/3rd of Europe’s population which estimated that of 70-100 million in the 14th century (Some Quantitative Literacy for ya ;)). Residing under these conditions – the worriness to be without family, a friend, or a fellow pet dog – is not in the scope of one’s concern nowadays, call this the stroke of Fortune’s design...
Our existence in its totality, we learn MOSTLY within organized institutions of the time (some of us to say the least), what consists in our diet, cultural responses or trends, genealogy, to name a few - all contributed by whom? Others. Engulfed by government concern to progress and revere this premeditated system. We must ask ourselves. Why are these charitable concerns not of mine? Who benefits from the sweat of my brow? Perhaps this is all we've come used to knowing. Lay claim to traditions, would be a foolish act - indeed, embedded to manipulate (unless treaded carefully, rather, as a skeptic). How can you call yourself free but still wear the shackles from your master?
What is the importance of preserving this ideal?
Because it was done far before us, we must keep it alive!
Is it enough to lose sight of what resonates with me?
Yes! Generations have lived this way, longstanding for its spiritual equanimity. Put it in place for you to reap! Entrust.!
You may notice there are tales to every story. Nonetheless, to follow blindly awakens the meek to be dominated. Sheepish. Ask, who do you live for? Maybe it is for your heritage, maybe not, nobody truly cares. All that is of concern is your Truth.
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A demoralizing battle I face. Lost in this regard, but still searching.
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In needing to keep such structures in place we come accustomed to idolizing these relics of the past, utterly consumed with their whimsical nature, an ultimate seduction, never to be in junction to change. The times where adoption is to persist are in the face of threats. The Church in times were in a state of distress when cultural notions, like The Protestant Reformation or Same-Sex Marriage, began to raise and threaten the existence of their God. So, what happened? Metamorphosis. Scorned by these wretched fools was the preachers’ complexion. To preserve the sacred name and maintain control of the hopeless, belligerence is the code to any falling fortress. We are no different than the mad, we just need to be pushed.
A dilemma – after every board on a boat has been replaced, does it remain the same boat?
To touch back on a point, gripping to these tangibles you steer an ox but drag your feet. What is the use of this existence, notably, the first of its kind simultaneously evolving to the germs permeating, hoisting questions that enable consciousness more than ever before (so accessible, authored with countless tonalities), terrors anew, all generating feelings built upon your imagination that depicts a novel reality.
Making myself clear, I am no advocate of life being lived a certain way. I am questioning the general usefulness void of contributions; this is across all domains of life. Why a Utopia is only an idea.. a post for another day. For anything to come of use, an inventive nature is to be embodied, therefore, to carry these residuals, ideals must evolve with them too.
Consequently, all of Christianity will be but a footnote of our shared history. Just like you. And that is being generous.
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As we pursue these engagements, I’d like to make a declaration, in writing!
In my own life, pretenses persist, having one vexed not too far off lives mournful misery that I bathe in, voluntarily, almost as a need to inflict distortion – distancing me further from who is yearned for. I cleanse with monastic treachery. Reflections display an inconceivable wicked excrescence; I can hardly allow to call nor allow to be called beloved.
I am dying, dying synonymous with change. Dying but deathless in passions, for, to die I will die on my terms. Sternly, we should allow ourselves this: Every shortfall is a fall forward. This declaration is a reintroduction of myself. Rigidness in self-conquering, Traditions announced!
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