
You
know, the joke keeps on. As we are the industry of reality, we face or masks of
sanctity, and expands reach of the consciousness of societal normativity. The
law is very clear, we are in earth to learn how to develop our love, that is
not based by a fiction. My first book shows the impact that what a setting of
emotion could do in someone life, by knocking the same key of the possibility
of recollecting the soul of agape. We are free we are free from the formulation
of our past karmic struggles that hits the biggest oeuvre, that is not situated
in nature by a fantasy, where the author – the writer’s hands – is letting go
the normalization of equality. We live we return, but what are not compromised
by the magic of progression are there.
In
memory, nothing escapes! Even the friendship, the wings of self-determination
is opening the very special door – I am not talking about romanticism. When we
clap in this, may the net trauma shakes. As the hour of re-write our beloved
nearby one, is some in the past some in the presenting. Nonetheless, to get the
being free of some that is yin-yang developed by the roulette of values, we can
get closed to what is not locking by the wind. Nothing we be forever there,
like we had continued our freedom. Nothing will be the same again. The
subjectivity that is not seeded in the fulfillment of strong emotional reason,
is traumatized, or by negligencial perversion, or by the violation of the
discourse of naïve scripting being.
The
true love makes all the fake be expelled out, by the grace of gained and
learned value. Where is lacking craziness, is expressing the passions of to be
happy. With a blood looping lupus, in mind, singularity enthroned is armed with
the gun most required to reproduce. We cannot gain space in time, if we do not
let the text of gravitational dimensionality be counscientized. And its by the desire
that is subliminally left to determine, the dawn of a new day, quiet on the
expansion of the character. Today we chose learn, by escaping the realm’s notions
of encapsulation of the subject. If we trembles the body of emotion, we has the
appearance of the sinner, be death by some gap of the cultural expansion and
singularity of the structure of the verb to be. We can not loss the faith in
God, or be stolen by some kind of artistically strong personality. We must have
stay strong, by earning the objective trophy of the game, by leaving the scenes
of appraisal of subject out of the originality of ethics. We praise God by
living fully, not to appoint the fool in the others own, neither in us, but by
rejoice the very special plan in which fluctuation of values is, softly,
rewritten by the reading pure wisdom. Transgression or progression?
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