One is never a Muhammad, a Jesus, Buddha, a Mandela etcétéra … all these reflective in history unless from within oneself, the nature of these codifications are notched in the encryption of the exon.
Everyone, has the potential of being, the greatest in history.
“I … I just want to go home,” I said to her the other day. Perhaps let the form just fade into the panoramic noise blurring the lines between fractal, and exegesis, between chaos and peace .. After all every word I print here, or extended to is misconstrued in the base worlds. So it rains, but the mind engaged in complexity relish in the definition of a probable perception. Yellow is yellow irrespective the gradation; idem too for the spatial arrangement and constriction of particles.
Honour only that, that can never be bought; Honour only that, that can never be devoured; Honour that, that cannot be defined.
I didn’t edit any chapters I wrote — Yes, accuse me of everything under the Sun. I will take all the blame for all your incapacity of deciphering your mundane life, of your failures, of your misjudgment and misapprehension of the Word.
How the world seem to enjoy
devouring this terrestrial romance isn’t it?
Real true Lovers, know the difference
Let’s just burn the Phoradendron Flavescens
this twelfth of a never civilisation shall we … since
accusations are so much easier to throw than stones
Everyone else, instead of trying to understand themselves, a little bit better, rather incriminate, and tonight darlings, I’m switching off the spotlight. Remember always that you have the potential of being, the greatest in history.
Only in respect of the Friend, I stay … with you!