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Chapter 1 - Simplicity

Dreams are something that can come and go. The United States is not. It is a country that was made with laws put in place by the founding fathers a long time ago. Ever since 1816, the wars that made this country are and were not run with odds. The wars were fought with men who had convictions, just as the ones we have now. Hurry as we may, to make calls, as to who won and who did not, there were casualties on the battlefields. When people die, they are not just another number. Soldiers are not instruments of death, nor are they sacrificial pawns that should be used for a motive. We do not appreciate them enough, nor do we value the families that were willing to let them fight alongside us. Here as we stand today, the object of most movements is not to get somewhere. I think they like to move just so they can move others and score. They 3

play like a children’s game of marbles, clashing together, senselessly, without care. I feel at times we do not recommend enough division from one another, because we fear that separation will limit us from falling in love. To fear division, is to not love, since there was no love in the intimacy in the first place. Willingly, when we divide from one another, we need not fear the movement of others, to govern us as much as they please, left and right, light a limitless scale, they can apprehend any time they want.

Justice is not a frigate. It is not a bird that flies near the end of the earth, somewhere around Kiribati, where the sun suns the fastest, and conclusively. It is where time comes to a boil. Much like exodus, we have complicated time and justice for the sake of our financial gain.

To the democrat, I want to sell furniture, and to the Republican, I want to tell them I want freedom. These two have worked together to control, in the hands of other people conceptually.

Since, they are two features however, they keep collapsing on one another. They do not have a strong structure like a triangle, so we must put one more unit in the game, to make the structures rigid. For the dem and repub, we can input federalism, in which it will sufficiently hold them in place. As for Justice and time, you put a person there, to work and upheap the land. You foster the habitat and let it prosper itself, for the common good. I want to be a gardener in the future. I want to host an empty palace, where even the princes have forsaken the land, and there is no person managing the affairs of the household. I want to wake up early in the morning, with garments on to dig in the palace gardens myself, with deep edging tools, then fisk away the dirt to allow the soil to breath. I would tenderly plant seeds that will be used for consumption. I want owls in my hallways inhabiting the dark corridors, with no one there but mice tumbling around, ready to be a feast for the bird of the library.

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I want a simple life, where there is an untended swamp right outside next to the garden, will of moss, and aurora. I want to brighten the garden grounds with rocks like topaz and glint the stained glass with sulfur, where the horses will smell and rejoice at the incoming sight of battle, the call of warriors from afar. I will make shallow fountains, and willow with the wind while there is not much to do, but care for the fruits and vegetables I will feast on. I intend to make a sparrow, a hallways for the sheep and goats, to rome the free lands and graze, and there I shall be the wolf for the day, the protagonist to make sure they die in a timely manner, for when they grow in number, they will age and need burial, so I will remove the agony and bear them false witness in distaste, in my soup and stews. I will host in my household the wild ass, and the bull, that will graze on the land far from civilization in its natural state. I will release the cockroaches to the soil, their natural habitat and cease to make war with them in my home. I shall set free the mouse on the grass land, and let it prosper in its proper home, where it was meant to be.

Chapter 2 - Time must go on

Rest assured, all humans will have a day they will leave the life they live, to once more return to what they were, dust and soil. There is a date where even in the greatest country on earth, the living capacity ventures somewhere around 78. The objective of the common workers there, in America is to buy a house. They want to be lords, and until that moment, they can’t see the end of the light, and the labor is constant. They start to believe themselves slaves, where they crunch and save small digits, to buy property they want to increase their contact number while 5

keeping an eye on the bib for view, on sundays. The bib/bible is a republican book. There is no instance where the workers who print it, have not read Plato or Aristotle. They are philosophers, much like me in my youth. They put their perspective in it since they have the right to edit the work. It’s not a small matter to alter belief, let alone change the course of someone, because they want to accommodate their queer family members. Fine workmanship, and the ability to detail the truth exists in their capacity, yet, the best of the best upon inspecting at least 10 versions, end in America, as a republican. I am an “abba”. I have my citation source at the bottom of this page.

I am an unlimited “abba”, without the need for kids, or a wife.

The term “abba”, is a translation of the Hebrew word for source. To all University students, I am in my capacity, an unlimited source they can put in their college paper. I have grown to be a University lecturer, where there in by, you can invite me to a guest session upon being charged a check of $10,000 per appearance. That is my value here today. As it stands, not only do I have a lot to contribute to society, I have the ability to raise my own offspring at home, without school. My existence is a definite matter, in existence, where I will be forward, ahead of two to three, generations until college, until they return to the soil again. We are all the product of the soil. Fruits and vegetables grow on farmlands, and we consume the best of the land, where the stem has isolated the nutrients and made spectacular stuff. That is why biblically, we must not consume the fat of animals, or leave them to the lord. Because the fat of the animals contains the best of the nutritions. The fat is made from the most delicate items you input in the soil, or the soil has, and unless you return it to its place, you will bring drought into your land, and curse your own fate. Fat smells really nice, there in by, you burn it to realise it in the air, where matter is broken down in the smoke, and returned to the land, where it will cease to grieve but rejoice in the aroma that has been presented to the person who owns it, or is responsible for it.

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