Rolling out the barrel for everyone wishes a cup for the nectar of gods.
While it looks complex for the task it will create the desired results perfectly.
Preferable to brought in from the cold, it takes a more honest response to become warm.
Like playing the course, the struggle to get there is a battle, once to win that flag it is then war.
The difference between pleasure and pain is allowing them to know whether it is for satisfaction or punishment. It obviously takes rocket science to explain to others whether it is permitted or disallowed.
In the forest; once a temple that had those trek from afar to pay homage. Now this temple fades in the background as towering behind is that mountain. A worshipping peak to reach that had risen since the temple expanded. Destined to conquer greater feats for the following to gain.
Job Ch.3:V.3-11 " - Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
- Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
- Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
- As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
- Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
- Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
- Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
- Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
- Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?"
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