love yourself

Perfection is inherent within each of us, what Jesus implied when He said, The Kingdom of Heaven is within. . . .my understand is limited by my faltering expression of what I experience

Yet amongst ourselves we make Hell evident. Which I define merely as waste what is of value inherently. Each it seems are the engines of life chasing itself throughout time. Thinking now, humorously, of a puppy chasing its tail.

C. S. Lewis said, “It matters enormously if I alienate anyone from the truth.” . . . but then what is “truth”?

For me it is not conjecture or speculation; but only that which for this moment is before me/you/us to do. What I understand as/is experience; all will be well—with or without me afterward. To and for, love, will I always say yes. For now that is me, howabout yourself? What will we do with these precious immeasurable days? Make love possible or impossible. The measure of us not what we say but do. And for me, now, I endow you as King/Queen of yourself. You all are that important to me.

C. S. Lewis also implied, elsewhere, The King James Bible was the crown jewel of the English language. When I read William Shakespeare i sense they both woven together. Yet as I read the words of other languages, cultures, times, races, genders, etc. I feel we all woven equally together . . . what is war but fear expressed that what I see is “best” and “I” must prevail. The peace I know, now, is difficult to express. It is my truth and what has led me so far from whence I came to whether I go forever more. My way to peace is peace itself.

So if you must war, I think The Interlocutor doesn’t mind, go ahead and destroy our nest. The pretty blue marble, singular so far.

There seems a before and afterward to everything. Truth is something we must agree upon, a place that can neither be added to or changed.

Thesis, exposition, conclusion . . . discovered this date and time:

“To save the world requires faith and courage: faith in reason, and courage to proclaim what reason shows to be true.” - Bertrand Russell

As sheep, goat or cow, I, grazing the fields of quotes find nourishment beneath the crown of heaven indefinable above. Sensing the Shepard of All within each of us.

The language in which I write is not universal; but love, kindness and affection IS.

fearless

130518 MDT 02:56 Love Yourself

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