The mind is as a room filled with choices to fulfill the satisfaction. However, in the centre of the room is a burning candle, where those choices must be decided to make.
A book may be open yet the pages are empty for words. Like a door open but to find nothing or noone inside.
It's not their presence to fear but them standing on their feet. Why to have bells on so to warn when they're up and about.
Plug in to tune in or cop out, seems to be the right phrase. Yet, they do neither for finding their own means than be manipulated in how to go about their day.
To play their tune will be to put a needle on that record. A needle to act similar as a sting in the tail. And as always, there's some thing amongst the trash to please others with.
In the forest; the entire place glistens and sparkles like a sheet of gold across the horizon. A sheet of riches and quality upon the air. Not even a hovering dark cloud can be seen amongst the shine. Although to float by yet outshined to be noticed. Like a beam of joy spread far and wide to enlighten and delight.
Philippians Ch.2:V.12-13 " - Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.
- For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure."
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