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A Poem by Hubert Bundy

As an outsider of a society is at first cast out from a once accepting, loving community. For what? Ideas? Words? A mistake? In the past things such as these have determined the fate of countless lives, wether these lives were squandered or celebrated is left to perception. An in the end the only deciding factor you or I have to deal with is nothing but perception. So celebrate not the human vessels for witch these ideas, this faith, these beliefs were at first delivered. Celebrate those who use these ideas in the most constructive way imaginable, those who dedicate there forgotten lives to an idea thinking, believing they were in the perceived right. Those who were initially cast out for the wrongful perception of an idea. Will soar with happiness when they walk two steps into another society and they and there ideas are as accepted as there previous home was once perceived to be.