if, therefore, a man claims to know and speak of love, and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old moldered nation in another country, in another world, believe him not. is the acorn better than the oak, which is its fullness and completion? is the parent better than the child into whom she has cast her ripened being. the best legacy to leave is not an inheritance but a living being. whence, then, this worship of the past. the centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul. time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury, if it be anything more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and my becoming.

they told me i made love with the devil when i quit university; the very same people who said that were serving dead institutions, worshiping dead religion and not living for today. i was not the school type i was too cool, my agenda went natural education. i had too many questions that were never answered. my curiosity led me down these spaces between the happiness and the hardness. today darling imma skeptic, questioning the mortal and divine, honey what do i know but that i can never know; iAM enough, i should not strive to find validation through external achievements but i just want you to know who iAM. i’m tuned to this world wide web, searching and always finding; it is the greatest discovery of the twenty first century. man can choose his own destiny and be incharge of everything he does.

my mother taught me, i was a born winner; my father told me, i need the world’s validation to be a winner; that to be someone i needed institutions. i told him fuck you, mama was right. darling i chose to suffer fully to receive great gloria; i was last to go but first to receive, the spoils of this age. now, i live simply and wait patiently preserving this great thought, yes i do become what i deserve. circumstances do not define who you are; what you think of yourself is what you will become.

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