I would like to say that the intentions you have for something could make it okay.. While that is true, what of using the life force of our or any world to suite our purpose.? (Rhetorical)
The reason may not be enough, such as killing an innocent to sustain ones life; regardless of age even though they say you couldn't be sure about the young.. That a bad thing or person is bad..
Yet is all pain bad.. Im sure it possibly pains you to go to a family members recital or concert performance, however that like exercise makes us better...even stretching and meditation as well as dieting fasting and abstinent practices.
So that's to say that there are many truths that support my belief; I am a lover and respecter of life and I don't think paper from trees should be used for art work unless you are ethically allowed to do voodoo or something like it for the greater good of life.. Added to the resurrection of a whole forest an ethically good forest.
Yeah im vegan and I know what your going to say, that trees are plant. And so are veggies.... Yet im about the symbiosis and cultivation of life. Not so often if ever to be eaten.. Plant.... fruits and veggies i mean are friends its just that people like many are vessels and that ill ethically killing and destroying for such selfishness is not sustainable as a virtue and its still dicey even for a good reason...
You see plants in many cases rely on us to to help cultivate them growing and nurturing them.. It is our responsibility to help the develop into to self sufficient and unique beings... Like the seeds of friendship, the forest is lit with virtue. It is the saddest thing to see a leaf fallen from a tree and to think it has no future written upon its self.
That being said of a leaf I know of the beauty artist give living there dream to dream more upon every canvas or medium. Yet if not true if not virtuous would it not be a loss even to dream a nightmare... where to what end carried are we. The ride and the rider to know what journey as either of we draw upon our selves do we not think such should be better... Would our canvas think us bitter, if our art is to be we should know us yo be and to beget better; than our pains upon the bones and blood of those we have scarcely honored...
Even in the cycle if tomorrows news is made of todays paper, who is the winner of our gratitude, was it a seed for our meals end. If for a seed even in such pornographic tribulation life is not lost if the same sultry solution is such shared of the succulent fruit. In fact to be with love; As such I know the sugar plum fairies and sprite our thirsty minds do more then quench the lips if the mind quivers for a bow as every believer of fantasy to a warrior of virtue and integrity may your bow break those who oppress virtue as the bend to magnify there destruction in such confines of of morality ethic logic. My bow breaks for none as they bow it proclaims love for those it knows to be... If you were my love you to know my cries... Are few if any... Less you leave them silent they stream droning to a tat.. Less tact now more..
What do I mean how so is a leaf lost of its journey is recorded for that to be so enriched fertility so. And so enormously sewn to its course to enrich and as the ever changing canvas a fruit amore. Paper should be more. So should our love...
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