The human appetite to conquer death has made us high-priests of persecution and barbarism. Our insane gluttony for murder starves itself of compassion and knows no reasonable bounds.
The spoken word has attained a higher level of condemnation than the visible and splattered remains of the anonymi flesh and bone we leave rotting in the battlefields.
Our imperviousness to the absolute truth is symptomatic of our waning spirituality. The layer of flesh that encapsulates our physical avatar leaks the aether which fuels our soul’s journey. Few see the puddled remnants of our seeping divinity as we wander through the counterfeit wilderness fabricated by the demons of the day.
The magic of life is to know that no occult formulations of Mother Nature will change our essence, or modify our creation content. The more we make life chimeric the more we morph the universal chaos.
Never underestimate the power of one - a thought or a deed can alter the compass of chaos and confusion.
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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