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heaven
this could very well be heaven... we have food, love compasion what else could we hope for... ahh perfection
yet perfection toils and becomes trite after a while... how redundancy plays the fool of event and we tend to rue the day when similarity and routine rule. so heaven can not exist without pain thus another annomaly within religion a perfect place that remains perfect (it must be the same event over and over with out our understanding of the passing thus it is impossible to understand heaven and want such a thing...
this is most likely heaven, we just really screwed it up.. utopia eden, we clamour for such we have lived in the garden for millenia and have reaped the ground and soiled the dirt
why kill, destroy devour murder...maybe it wasn't our heaven it could very well be for the butterflies...
this could very well be heaven... we have food, love compasion what else could we hope for... ahh perfection
yet perfection toils and becomes trite after a while... how redundancy plays the fool of event and we tend to rue the day when similarity and routine rule. so heaven can not exist without pain thus another annomaly within religion a perfect place that remains perfect (it must be the same event over and over with out our understanding of the passing thus it is impossible to understand heaven and want such a thing...
this is most likely heaven, we just really screwed it up.. utopia eden, we clamour for such we have lived in the garden for millenia and have reaped the ground and soiled the dirt
why kill, destroy devour murder...maybe it wasn't our heaven it could very well be for the butterflies...