I’m tired of people righting wrongs Through wrongs they view as right People shrieking botched up songs Confusing blindness for the light All the fluff and schisms, all these “-isms” Seeing everything through a distorted prism Prisons for the mind and blinders for the eyes Each maybe with a speck of “truth” Caught deep within a web of “lies” ***…
Once upon a time, within a mother’s womb, there were three babies. Of them, two were constantly at odds with each other. The calmer, yet also wilder one, inquired of the others: “I’m curious. Do you either of you feel or think there is life beyond Birth?” One of them replied: “Why, of course. There is, indeed, life after Birth.…