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The Non-Peace

A nd the war rages on. It's about free-will. Something we are entitled to, but many disregard due to their non-thinking insecurity.  As we enter another state of non-peace. Worries are eschewed by men who hold high regard for themselves.  Those that truly desire peace have little say in humanity.  Protests are also mishandled nowadays by the protestors. Yes they are. No one reads, no one studies, no one ponders, they follow after reading a blurb or two, watching a video or two. Believing what they desire to be the truth. People mishandle their own intelligence. A gift they toss into the abyss, with the fake, lying, inexcusable apology of 'I didn't know...'. Many times in my life, now heading towards its seventh decade. Since I could remember, I'd ask the internal question,. 'But who are we anyway?' Humans have dominion over land, smaller things that never speak. And when they do, we aren't listening. A doe calls out to her fawn. Few of us hear this.
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Pull up your Big People Pants...Get Redirecting

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Survival: Lesson #1

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Let Me Tell You...

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From "At The Breakfast Table", Foreign Tales at Home

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The Shadow of our Tree

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