INTUITION OR FEAR?

Self-aggrandizement- I suffer from this always.
We hurry sometimes in forming ideologies. Not realizing that the impetus of an ideology knows not haste but constant exposure & re-exposure; eventual crystallization, and occasional, time tested distillation. Of the cycles of life, this is one.
Consider what pay offs could be, if we learned, over time to prolong—perhaps even postpone—our opinion formation. If sleep be the cousin of death, the maternal blood line of war is ill-informed, advertised, demonstrated opinion. Are we really that entitled?
We imagine ourselves so important in the grand scheme of things, but to conceive of reality and its duality.. a mere task, far beyond our capacities. How crucial does your existence become when you wonder about the numbers operating in the galaxies? How much imagining can your imagination withstand? Fathom a single existence & its relative importance as you recall these words of destiny spoken through man: that some die so others may live.  We are inhabitants of an infinitely infinite universe, with laws abounding through time: from that of synthesis to fractals within nature. We observe but hurry to formulate Laws from Laws until we're left having Laws with no cause! We are in a haste, with little progress and much delay! It's at your door and at mine with each passing day- many religions yet much dismay!     
As plenty have regrets when they come close to death, to what end, then, do we hurry in haste, as laws from laws with no just cause?
Many cycles of life and this is one. Plentiful pinnacles for love yet fear is reborn. We must understand when our egos are operating intuition and when they but only disguise fear as intuitive precision. Let's begin to watch ourselves while we watch our television to see what seeds of uneven ideologies have been planted within you and I. When fear creates a forest of weeds, we are sometimes left much too blind to see what we have fostered indeed.
As you disregard Her opinion, ask yourself just a moment: was that intuition or fear? Wisdom or haste?

some of us limit ourselves to thinking that seeking the Kingdom of God starts and ends with reading God's word or any form of teaching. when has the world ever recognized the physicist without the lightbulb? #knowthyself is the most thorough summary of any owner's manual there is. #Godlivesinyou

when you work a job you love, who you love takes up your thoughts in a way that does not cripple but drive. when you work a job you'd most rather not, thoughts of your love become a daily reason for skipping out and a disguised, crippling distraction, as "love". but love is the spotlight of all life. in that case, where is your love?

maturity is good for beauty

Guts Per Second: Genuine Goodness & Grace

"if you get down and you quarrel everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil I say." - Bob Marley

to be good, one must live against unnecessary outer influence- and that too, is to be real. realness and goodness are measured in nothing but guts per second. grace, of course, is the constant. 
but who am i to judge my goodness against yours, my brother?
when did i forget my place beneath grace, my brother? my goodness, why do i live my life: sleep as I do at night- dream my own dreams, doing my own things- waking up only, to God's own day, gifted to me as i pray. immediately after, turning in rebuke of the neighbors' breath, as try only they do, for a momentous morning prayer?- this living, rightfully theirs, in every way and on God's own day. when shall i eventually, awaken to the sharp stench of my own breath beneath even my silence? at what staaage did i rise above grace, finding each day, the face of the almighty on the inside of my own mirrors? as i live with my deeds as my prayer beads, why do I stomp my feet and mark a grave for my brand new neighbors and oldest pals?
i rather start out now, living to find peace in reaching my own grave, not even in reaching my mother's. i hope that celebration becomes both the purpose and movement as one day, i am laid to ashes and dust and thin cloth like the others.. i owe my clan of awe-inspiring folk-even unborn and yet to be known-such a celebration of a life led in spread of emancipation and dedicated to frustrating oppression...let my life be the start of a folk song, but let it not be a perfect one- a gratitude song will find the right chords. let it be said how imperfect my ways were, but how perfect grace was. this is a love note to life and an ode to the ones who have passed on. i wish they would never have had to cry those tears, the way i have witnessed some do: their nostrils in search of one more breath. in that moment the body seems stingy with breathing and so generous with tears. quick flowing tears mirroring past years; tears for tears. and now a letter to my clan- let's pray for one another, to never experience the pain of such a hang over from mirror-ing tears of past sadness, desire or regret. amazing grace, has me on a request line tonight, for my brother and my clan, my neighbors from earth to mars.. i pray that we pray more gratitude prayers for that grace that keeps your guts in check and our breath at a stretch.
Bless your folk, bless my folk, and in one breath, SALAM.

"if there is one thing i know, i know i will die. if anyone cares, some stranger may critique my life" - Tracy Chapman

K O B O K O [find content below]

See as life wipe me koboko, I begin dey dance.
As you laugh finish, my matter sweet you toh rehearse..  you no cun know sai mehn, chukkas love toh dance. talking drums wei be sai, den wan spoil her shoe reach france..she go carry dance show una say na all una teet, all of una mout wei cause am toh stumble upon quite a sweet romance.  So back to di remembrance of days wei breeze blow my yansh: a strike and many by life on me, wit immediacy I cun do etigi. all of una beat drum, I pass immigration. Now I laugh as I dey chop carviar. You sef still dey join mout laugh wit ur rolling belle wei sabi only garri and pepper. Dis your own laugh e don get temper now sha.
Shey na my matter you wan use do classic village festival. I nor get your temper nor time for a town crier. as life dey wipe me kobo, I just dance. So simple.. So sweet.. I cannot hide my teet.

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education is all about relationships. identifying relationships that exist between ideas. no, actually, this is learning. what is education?