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A hallowed day in reflection, and my opnions on the Same.

This day is not only one never to be forgotten, but a primer on why we should learn lessons on how to remember what we have lost.

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I am amazed at the diversity of opinions that have grown from this hallowed day, and how freely those opinions will be issued, this is both proof of the greatness of liberty, and how America is its faithful steward, while simultaneously being the reason for the attacks.
So.. a few points of clarity that can be fount amidst MY opinion, (which I find really important, my opinion that is)

Those that attacked us were, idiot, zealot, ass clown, shit stain, f%^k stick wastes of human flesh. They are honorless cowards and anyone in the world whom might admire them … Go F&*k yourself and seek therapy.. in that order.
There was no justification at all whatsoever for what happened to innocent men and women this day, anyone who might be sitting drinking their soy latte while reading the latest issue of “White American Guilt” the How to hate yourself…

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That moment when you learn, you are not worth the fight.

People can be callous, indifferent, selfish, or without the will…. to have will for so many things.20161210_214728.jpg The range of these situations and circumstances are as diverse as we as individuals.

We anecdote such moments in such ways as “I just don’t have time for it” I really don’t care about it” or “It’s just not worth more my time”

When we presented as such.. we begrudgingly admit, we may do the same.. with distractions, or hobby, recreation, novelty or the like.

Yet at times… it takes a more ominous and darker tone… like when a relationship or marriage ends.. or when a parent, be it divorce or simply life.. just abandons any effort, instead focusing on the easier and more rewarding part of their lives.. or at the very least.. that part causes the least woe..

This can also happen child to parent, sibling to sibling… Some of us carve out a neat .. comfortable and manageable world where our own conscience never need be revisited.. so whether it be child, parent, partner, loved one or sibling… we can erase them .. usually with the help with someone in our life.. who best prefers our attentions and.. cares little for what our conscience might bear.

But for those who are discarded… they do not cease to exist.. despite their excommunication, and state of non existence.. however justly, or unjustly earned. They abide in a place that few know, and fewer still can ever know the pain of

“Do you remember when I was something to you?”

To be whole.(Excerpt from 10,000 Sleepless Nights)

What we learn of ourselves is in part, I think, what we can allow ourselves to to forget a learn anew.

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(originally written Wednesday, August 25, 2010.)

As our days roll by and years come along to give count to them, we will so often leave pieces of us amidst their gathering.

Sometimes its a quaint rememberence.. a day in a life marked to measure the coming and going of friends.. and we think of what we were.. and what it has made us in the end..

Sometimes its a recollection sullen and cold.. a time when we lost precious innocence or had love stolen, or promises lost.

Then there are times when we cast aside our misgivings.. or shed pride or selfishness.. and better is made the remains..

Those times most harsh.. when a part of us is taken… as we lose all of someone whom for us was everything..

Yet as all the pieces lay scattered in our days.. when we at last see them and know.. despite how many, how…

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The Truth that starts with you has to still be the truth nonetheless.

Never have I hated the certainty of my own words more, and what they shall now forever mean to me.

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The battle for self righteousness has cost so many of us more than we care to admit. Those times where we stand defiantly on some principle to which some, or all, of the construct of our Psyche is leveraged upon and so we can’t relent for a moment one the force of our argument, yield even an ounce of the weight of our stance.

It can be said, however, that such adamant determination, is merely our frailty of being hidden behind the tremendous power of fear and doubt. To be sure though, such things are not just markers of the lesser measures of the human condition, but at times, cruelly earned brands of what pain and suffering we may have known.

There are times though when we will be moved, to not be moved, by something that should be common, but life makes all to rare for us to see, benefit from, and be certain of in any way that everyone who will see it…

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