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what is the composition of the bitter mote of the soul?

is it the sense of loss that drives are very being?

is it our willing ability to be selfless that allows a single soul to manifest?

is it our learned ability to sacrifice that allows us to free our will to the cosmos?

is it the ability to perceive with our minds yet be blind with our eyes?

decadence harbors ill-fitting dreams of wealth?

what is wealth? a physical representation that one is better then another?

why do people seek to show others that they are better then them?

why do people allow others control over there very reality?

where does one turn when all the lessons have been learned but no one is there to hear?

where does one go when the mind is free and the body must remain confined to a lavish cell?

what is love to a mortal being when love is so simple that the soul must tie more to it then just the will to be with another

what is friendship when communication is at its height and the ability to connect is lost?

where are all the souls that would save mans mind?

what happened to being good for goodness sake?

why do we not remember or worst yet choose to ignore the simple lessons of life.

do not hurt anyone, be tolerant of others just for the sake of having fun, stand up to those that hurt others, watch for a chance to help another just to help, do not take that witch is not yours weather it be material emotional or territorial, welcome others on the street.

but why cant man see the beauty of the world around him for what it is wonders

ever lay on your back and look at the emerald sea of an elm tree on a spring after noon?

or stand in the ivory drifts of a frozen desert mountain top?

wander among the silent gray keepers of the trees as the babbling brook sings the glory of the land from beyond the next rise?

even in mans nature this beauty can be felt wader the blackened boulevards of crumbling life and see the granger of the human element

the elderly woman looking to the sun rise

the child as he follows an ant on a epic journey though the grass of his own yard

the foreshadowed thought seen in a young mans face as he decides what is right

the cry in a middle aged woman’s voice as she sees her life full of confusion suddenly clear

yet the bitterness is here as well man is the only mortal element that can be broken

it can be seen in a jumpers eyes at the ledge

it can be heard in a Childs cry as it lays in the dark

it can be felt when the day is long and the night is dark upon the mind

it can be tasted when all there is to eat is roots and sand

it can be smelled when the copper liquid runs down your arm

look ill make it all manageable the composition of the soul is just the ability to perceive with the mind to perceive with your mind is all one can do