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If we were perhaps a little kinder to ourselves.
The beauty of the world is as diminished by the ugliness of this world the moment we seek it, and then it is lost in despair.
Just as we say "I love you" one moment, and then choose to mean something else again in the next moment. How do we maintain such an audacity in this face of hypocrisy for our own worlds to mean something more once again? And yet still do we continue to proclaim the intimacy of our worlds and not a soul understands the futility of our foolishness.
Even a drop of water in the ocean should mean something, at least to they that shed the tear into it, should it not be something of value yet you would just leave and pass along as quickly as you came. Yes, you would, not out of failure, not out of despair, just boredom, or if we should be kind we would say, just tiredness of seeing the same emptiness over yet once again, the same jar of tears that is just not enough to provide sustaining life to the flower by the lake which does not need it but still seeks its sweetness of nectar. It is not a loss of Earth but a need to continue on to that which renders purpose to existence. But still I wait, or at least say I'll want to do this, or at least say I'll want to do the job at hand, just give me the "trigger" word so that I may unleash the rapture of enlightenment and confer upon those that may care to take the opportunity to morph themselves to the greater ecstasy when the light will raise the harmonics to unleash this chain of events to raise up the world, this dimension and the greater good.
We seek a word, the word, the trigger to excite the Soul to recognize itself in the dominance of all this confusion. It is where one may see through all of the mesh seeking to re-direct ones vision. The time is now since time no longer matters. Just our acceptance of this should be what we should choose it to be.
A world of higher existence, a world where the self does matter, where it matters more than the I does.
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