sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying

Sep 29, 2006 16:11

Number 11:

This is the defining point between life and death, where walls are built and trust is diminished. In this case also, one thinks he knows but in all actuality has no idea. One is well unaware of the obvious; oblivious to the signs of manipulation that are ever-present. Innocence is downplayed by wit in a cunning attempt to override integrity. Mindsets are warped into corruption by association with the corrupt. This causes one to believe in the handicap of his spirit; blindness is an overwhelming realization. Once one is blind, his eyes cannot be reopened.
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