The Mathematics of Sorrow

And forgiveness . . . can I forgive you? My friend, my teacher, my lover, my kin?

Foolishness is by how you live your life -- I see greatness, in your smile, and in your spirit. You fail me, repeatedly, convince me again that with three steps backwards you have come two steps forward.

You convince me.

I believe you, and by which time I have fallen to self-hatred: For special commitments to your self-delusion. When and all the while intention in my heart only wanted truth.

You lie and this is how you do it. You parody life. You parade suffering. For your special willingness to do this awful thing, you expect celebration. Sick one!

I have seen suffering, enough to fear it, enough to thank a merciful, generous, patient, forgiving God for sparing me for this tender moment. Which taught me only humility, humility, humility -- for what? What? What do I really know of tomorrow or his Cosmic Plan?

What do you know of tomorrow and the Cosmic Plan?

I *know* you don't know -- that much is true.

Ms. "Savvy Mind" Argumentative? It does not matter, you may say there are some who KNOW, and I agree, we have some ancestral and otherwise legendary teachers...leaders...but in our mortal coils, you and I are but first-year amateurs.

I am hardly good enough at digestion and sex to think of myself greater than it.

And in your proud moments, you respond, "My love! How can you think so lowly of yourself?"

Turned back upon myself. . .emotion of all amplitude and frequencies penetrate me and I am rendered as nothing.

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And when does Man kill? And when does He open a passage for you to empty your blood into the ground? And what cause need he to close the throat of the Ill-Sayer?

The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.