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When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
A little rain
I need to start thinking. Get up and get real... and forcefully get that brain of mine working somehow. This is fairly sophisticated and intricate somewhat... and I wonder where all these is heading to... but in this regard it's starting to resemble a perpetual one-way ticket train ride that boasts of a series of bumps on occasions one too many. I express this shift of attention with pure intent and social graciousness. Though I'm resigned to wasting away the current hours bearing heart on sleeve, blame it on the weather if you must. Yeah blame it on the weatherman.
Caught a brisk glimpse of a young mayan warrior being denied the chance of going beyond his curiosity and discovering the cause of the extensive and vast fear that seem to exude from the escaping tribe. The show's Apocalypto.
Well the thing about fear is that... it is infectious. It makes it's way around like an deadly virus that hasn't met it's cure. At times it's politeness is unbearable it invites itself in almost unknowingly. On the many other occasions it dives in faster than you can say no. I'd like to think it's part of us since day 1... credit to the perception of the mind I'd reckon. This takes the meaning of eccentricity further than I ever thought it would. By far. It hides itself until it's satisfied with the size of the hole it's been digging, and shows up to swallow everything else in.
You see, he refused to let the son be introduced to fear. He hasn't taught him how to fear, only to be feared. He wasn't going to allow that drip of fear find it's way into the son's soul to bear a bigger body. It would probably rip everything from the inside out.
We have our fears. We face our deepest fears. We see them like they've been age old friends who come by ever so often... frequency depending. I've been afraid and I have my fears.
I fear I live by what is false. I'm fearful of being kept in darkness and in ignorance... away from what ought to be real to me. Afraid of not being who I'm meant to be. Feared of being lied to. Tragically fearing the consequences of living in the possible, invisible realm of doubt and deception. My name is what that has been stolen away from me and it is what I need restored to me. The name that will tell me who I am, and who I'm meant to be. Fact of the matter is quicksands do exist. The harder you struggle in one, you faster you sink.
Coach (Ken) Carter:
"What is your deepest fear ?
What is your deepest fear ?"
Timo Cruz:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others... "
-Coach Carter (2005)
signing off at 6:23 AM
Alpha & Omega
Christ is not the end of problems; He is the start of solutions
He is not the end of pain; He is the start of comfort
He is not the end of poverty; He is the start of sufficiency
signing off at 11:04 PM
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