Why would God need one kind of a Brigand?
A Lie well told still loves.
It's Humanity's job to know everything. What light cannot exist without Darkness?
You must accept the problem that irritates us.
She reveals Her true mystery: The Pasts we hold on to are the problems that bite.
Watch a child.
Did not Sin create Sin?
Examine the brightness of flame.
Beware the air: Her Temple.
Life without Passion is only a handful of sand.
Do you think?
And Misery? You. Want. To. Create?
You always have the power to die.
The word God means many things.
The maximum penalty for ignorance is a harder question.
Where there is Light:
O, examine with wondering eyes
you fastened yourself to some "Thing"
to suffer the spice!
Come home, my love, and pay for your life.
Until you do his vorpal blade God is not understood-- See, with Religion.
Those who teach the lazy pacing of clouds become their belief.
Beware the dullest life liveable.
What does Light conceal from you?
What does Light conceal from ignorance?
Comes with eyes afraid, to twinkle in her eye discourses, even the claws that One must grasp: the question.
Why maintain a Superiority you are not looking for?
To know everything: Her.
The brightness of flame, You've got to be or do not Think, or stepping on your own comprehension.
These limits may or may or may not sound as it dead, Like all man-made gods.
Atheism is the white upturned wondering eyes of flame "I will not see your Truth" "I will not hear your Truth," "I will not speak your Truth"
We can not know the coin of heaven with Religion.
So do your enemies to sleep? Truth is not night.
Until you do thus and so-- what is a theology?
What was the question? They express the Question quite well in the Graveyard.
Fiction is true. What's in her Temple? Your name.
Beware Selfish fear. Your life is a natural result.
Or the lazy pacing clouds and this night, nor can not coincide with reality. Where is there Hope?
The word God means you.
By desire to love, hear?
Truth is left untended.
Without limits.
Are you seeing what you think?
Take out the question.
Life is like a litterbox-- Without limits.
God is no longer broken.
We have our mission. You have asked 'What is Truth?' A better question might have been 'Why should you laugh?'
He took His bidding to carry His messages, why then does he hate the air?
Come to dream.
Really?
Listen to the Dream.
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A mix of Shakespeare, Carroll, and my book project.
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