Of few, so few it, would be foolish to call them, the company of several, I am wealthy by the sincere joyous pleasure I take in our being face-to-face.
Or via other modes of communication. And best, thoughts of them from memory. Wherein I am better able to assess, laud and celebrate the gifts and graces of their ever being at all, a friend and beloved of me.
Imperfect.
I have many flaws.
Amongst which is the penchant to listen and allow the eclipse of myself;
naked of desire for anything other than their well being.
Of the several, nay, many I’ve left behind and will so do again in death, I have left in knowledge I was no longer needed as I am to myself. Neither a convenience, utility or character, two dimensional, a prop in their play.
Service? Yes?
But theft of my time and attention. No!
This is possible, feasible, and freely given; attributable to light years traveled alone, not lonely, time recognized as my true joy.
"Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. Unreasonable people attempt to adapt the world to themselves. All progress, therefore, depends on unreasonable people." - George Bernard Shaw
I sense now, in no small measure, why those greatest amongst us have forgiven their executioners. If for no other reason than defining their truth and choice exclusive to the injustice apparent in their departure.
Disquiet, temporary, has nettled me since discovery (within the past 24 hours) of myself as a cypher in the police state we inhabit. My self an unwitting slave wrapped in chains invisible.
Solitary confinement, in life or death, holds no fear for me since, in reality, and by experience, I am never actually alone. Nor is anyone save those who refuse to listen to themselves.
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envisaged / inclined / invoking / her giggle / sigh / laugher / dissolving / licking / nipples / enraptured
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The issues seems simple; we are governed by lilliputian subhuman minds, morally and ethically challenged. Whose incomprehension, regarding compassion and empathy, is indicative of why I discern them as unworthy of debate. Not the face of evil but of what is a subspecies of mankind. Invoking thoughts of the Tibetan Buddhist who immolate themselves instead of kneeling before the politicians of China. For whom forgiveness is folly since the word and deed has virtually no meaning. In America, overwhelming the political process are multi-national greeder/banksters who apparently have forgotten that economies are mediums of exchange, barter, not to be held and admired as an object of lust/addiction.
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