"Yes Nicodemus! I understand that! But it's lofty! Those are ideals you hold high in your mind! It's true to you because you want it to be so! Look at the ground we stand on and see all is but a play on this universal mistake! I am not saying you need to agree, but if we are discussing matters of truth this must be the case."
It was a cool winter morning. A light drizzle was coming down as I began to contemplate what the purpose of my anxiety was. As a custom for every new adventure, I ask myself why fear seems to be present. In most cases, I find just a natural response to my state of being, living with the awareness of all the chaos that fluctuates throughout the days of all who come to exist.
My soul is a cup and love is my water
A good friend can suffer for you
What if you applauded weakness