When I was young, I thought I was a bird at one time. Then they told me I can't fly, so I stopped flying.
Divinity retains the appearance of insight, when in reality it celebrates ignorance. Its tenets are so much clay, and when the clay sets, it becomes dogma.
Relationships may become wrecked by a quirky syndrome: the “Ain't broke, don't fix”-syndrome. When there is no interaction in the neural network and no breakthrough into the mind but only a shallow skin experience, living together might be very torturous. If a heartfelt bond has not been molded, nothing can be broken and thus nothing needs to be fixed. (“I wonder what went wrong.”)
Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.
What you repeatedly do carries the clay to mold you into who you eventually become. Don’t despise any tiny minute of the day, each counts so much!
Beautiful is the man who leaves a legacy that of shared love and life. It is he who transfers meaning, assigns significance and conveys in his loving touch the fine art and gentle shaping of a life. This man shall be called, Father.
June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.
With him, I've become like putty- rendered powerless by his magnificence- and his to mold into whatever he desires.