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Without question marks

WITHOUT QUESTION MARKS When the emptyness of a fallen glass shatters to the floor, does that resemble and mean the shatters of a boken spirit truly breaks the human being into many a thousands peices . A burning candle sitting on a single wooden table in an empty room reflecting the shadows and light casting voids of the true emptyness of the room it is in. When a mother craddles her crying baby is she also applying comfort directly to her doubts and her discomforts of her lifes past exiatance. If so can a father find this same solace , or is he the male left out because of overwhelming misdirection passed from father to son. In war when we kill the enemy do we kill a tiny fraction of the sane side of humanity and open the flood gates of mankind's barberick dilemma of choosing to kill or be killed when in fact the choice should be what instead. Maybe life is less complicated when we just ask simpler questions of ourselves and not dwell into the darkness of the struggle between the ethos and demon that could lie inside all of us as we fear the demon could come out in us if we think there too long. Why does growing up mean the abondoment of imingination and creativity which mostly gets stiffled by the corruption of the overwhelming power of the age of passage and is dominated by the pressure to be better and overachieve. Is not our human condition to seek out our existance in the simpler form of mere peace harmony and happiness that is provided automatically by the natural world already without question. If you read these questions and begin to feel something stir inside does that mean the true purpose of why I wrote this was to influence you to stop for a second in time to think of matters closer to their heart and soul. Maybe, I did it to create conflict against everyone reading it as their innocencent thinking no longer exist as they have grown up and stopped asking themselves deeper life question. I think all the reason here are why I wrote this, and even more reason than I have shared in this peice. Everyone walk away knowing that thinking is our gift of our humanity. The true gift we all share against the darkness and bleakness of the stresses of everyday life. Everyone's thinking is their canvas of paint. May we all think long and hard and paint our pictures more truely tommorrow than we did today before reading this. Aiscoop June 3 2018 9:3