Save the psychobabble philosophy for the faithless, for the intractable beings filled with the bile of self-deprecation. In their minds, the end justifies the means; no heaven, no hell, just a linear existence with certain fringe benefits along the way, then, timeless death. They would have you believe that lots are drawn at birth; that you must fight tooth and nail to survive, if you have the gumption to do so. Do you not hear the immense gong, struck with great force by my angels, proclaiming ‘THE’ truth and wisdom much older than man’s futile reasoning? It is that soul I have given you my children that yearns to roam, to ascend, to be part of something grand. And, the frail shells of flesh you briefly possess, are merely transitory.











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