It has a cold atmosphere, and people are malicious and unkind. So many times loneliness, sadness, indoctrination strike. Life becomes difficult for those who see more than others. Life becomes a fight.. but not a friendly match, not a battle of endearment. Life becomes an all out battle for what is right and standing up for it.
It isn't easy to bring about change in the world, because each person is a person of history and record. The memory banks are filled with experiences that have to be sorted through in order to clear perception. And as perception becomes clean, one sees beyond the faint hearted, the dying embers of human kind.. into a quite different moral destiny. Exploring this destiny is a pathway to glory, vision, and ultimately freedom and immortality. In order to become free, we must experience slavery full on. In order to love.. we must understand what it is to be afraid, crippled, and out of use.
Where do these writings emerge from? How can one speak with authority on timeless subjects? The answer is experience, to suffer is to grow, and to live is to understand death. Greatness comes from triumph over struggle, love comes from victory over enduring death.
Take up your sword, your pen, and place it upon your heart. To feel again the ambiance or light upon your life. To feel the bliss of the wind at your back, to feel the intensity of all.. is to keep the faith alive. Feel steadily your longing self.. for wholeness and beautiful virtue. Do not bow to the evil doctrine of the world, do not succumb to the ugly nature of the beast. Take up your sword.. and fight.
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