. . . by whom I am too easily seduced and too reverent.

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Many different ways/paths/directions I could go, at the moment, present themselves. It seems there are two components prevalent in our collective consciousness: terrorism/reaction, attack/reprisal.
If I love my enemy, as Jesus suggests, I know the enemy, as myself, and those who would kill me for knowing them. I think we are being held captive to our vanity; our power.
“Be innocent as a dove and wily as a fox.”
I know from my own greed to be loved the origins of avarice, addiction, compulsive/impulsive, loss of self-restraint; resulting in aberrant or ‘abnormal’ behavior.
The Great Prayer, called The Lords Prayer helps--but for me The Serenity Prayer is a my last resort.
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Derived from childhood teaching, I have long thought myself stupid, in both the medical and metaphorical sense. Additionally that my life was worthless and unworthy of love. To be self-educated is to be in love with knowledge and wisdom received as gift; any day celebrated in which it is received and acknowledged. Lazarus, as described in Chapter 11 of The Gospel of John, has fascinated me since first reading. This night I wandered through all the treads available on Wikipedia and was stunned by my discoveries.
Had i not been trained otherwise I would cry for the simple messages in The Sermon on The Mount. Jesus trumps everything, time and again. I believe myself inspired or lead to read.
If I am saved I tarry in disregard for myself. It is only for you, dear reader, if there be any, that I would touch your life and heal it. I cannot actually do anything that Jesus did but in my humiliation only suggest that you attend your life before losing it. Though I may die at any moment I am at peace that my life/soul/whatever I am, is safe.
I have often been wrong in my estimate and/or esteem of others, especially woman, for/by whom I am too easily seduced and too reverent.
But I remain virginal in my awe of the universe I see in all others.
Mother would occasionally say, “In life we must learn we are no more significant than a single grain of sand.” I am often humiliated to be so in the presence and awareness of God; and you.
Although the sensibility of human experience may, or may not, live upon this planet for one day, or a trillion years longer, my love is such that I cannot despise avarice though it destroy me/you/us. Least I kill myself in self-loathing.

Why are the best and brightest of our era selling us slavery, while eating our lives? Or merely celebrating making us redundant? A burden on their agenda.