To smileI want you to smile, to enjoy being alive...really alive...it's like being surrounded by light, and warmth, and you don't need anything really, you just bask in it...and you have to smile because you are full of this love for everything. And all things are beautiful, every person has hope to love, all is not lost for this world, all is not lost for us...To smile11 years ago in Philosophical
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all is not lost for anyone.
but do not dwell on those who choose to shut their eyes to this light...it makes you sad. Because you cannot make them want to see it. Live for those who seek the truth in all things...live for them, they are the embodiment of hope, of redemption, of God, the ultimate love...to be like him. That is the drive of humanity, true and real humanity...
and though we are crippled by sin, held back by our weaknesses and our materialisms and habits, we are above all creatures of God...we are set above the angels, over all of the wondrous things his hand made, he adopted us and made us his children. His own. But we mu
Music In My EyesSometimes I just want the intoxication, I want to lose myself, sometimes.Music In My Eyes10 years ago in Articles & Interviews
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Music, created for the faint of heart, the psychologists, desperate to find some meaning, some sensible meaning in any group of words, and the brainwashed dromes who will follow whatever a human with a Ph. D. says. But what power it possesses, the power to smother you with its words, and how you feel it, how you watch yourself waft up and sway with it, and as you float away, you wave goodbye, because you'll be gone until the last vibration has worn out, until it's faded away and we're forced to be ourselves again.
And how it feels okay to lose ourselves, for a bit, because it seems when we return, we're not the same person. Like something's gone. But it's okay, because it was something nonsensical and harmful and we didn't need it anyway. And something has been lifted, and we can breathe, finally, all as we reminisce in the memories of the tunes, slowly flirting w