Small places to fulfill small minds, to have their own personal space. Only eyes from outside will judge for their troubles.
The way ahead is straight and narrow, there is no cause to steer off course nor be drawn towards being sidetracked.
Perhaps they prefer not to contemplate on the past. What had been rewarded has been and gone, whether molten images continue that memory.
Starting with a blank canvas yet only the space to work on gradually. May as well give the illusion of a deep cavity to look down in.
Words are like seeds planted and waiting for anyone to read them so they bloom. Paths have many times been laid in direction towards that other, whom wishes to become that butterfly.
In the forest; when to pass through a woodlands so dense it has a sense of enclosure. It is this enclosed feeling that makes anyone feel safe. To see a house in the open from the woods edge puts fear into the heart. Whereas to prefer the sense of lose more favourable.
2 Thessalonians Ch.3:V.10 " - For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat."
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