Misinformation is the root of pain the doctor says holding up a white sun which when released circles his head. The doctor paces round a lobster red coal bed. He prepares to keep pain from his brain by calling on his cells to expand. There at the edge he finds a column of spine tingling molecules. A certainty, a lightness lifts him from the ground and he sails, his hands aloft his fingers outstretched.
In this world people are always mislabeling things. This causes enormous emotional confusion. Imagine if you think a dress is sexy and you intend to wear it to the ball. Your friends get together and being good friends they tell you that was last years. Don’t do it, but you do it anyway and you spend half the night regretting and the other half getting drunk at a dive bar. Ain’t that the truth. If you had been powerful enough in your beliefs you would have worn the dress with pride. Perhaps you altered it a little with an accessory or two and took to the sky.
In this world people are always mislabeling things. This causes enormous emotional confusion. Imagine if you think a dress is sexy and you intend to wear it to the ball. Your friends get together and being good friends they tell you that was last years. Don’t do it, but you do it anyway and you spend half the night regretting and the other half getting drunk at a dive bar. Ain’t that the truth. If you had been powerful enough in your beliefs you would have worn the dress with pride. Perhaps you altered it a little with an accessory or two and took to the sky.
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