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hmmmmmmm
im not too sure if being quiet most of the time is actually doing anything.
actually, scratch that. it is doing nothing, and thats the point of being so.
because without there being any consequence, there is nothing to be angered with, nothing to be disputed, although conflict seldom does not stand for a purpose...on either side, sadly enough...
so
i take that back, because being quiet does bring about many consequences, just never out in the open, nothing to look at and scorn, nothing that anybody else can see...so that everybody else is safe from explosion, through implosion...
thus there is a result, perhaps in writing in which each piece is simple and blunt thought, notes of the simplest of feelings that can be expanded forever and in infinite ways. writing, naturally that one is too quiet to speak yet acknowledgingly able to type to nothing yet for all to hear
it does make me wonder, on that, that each person must stand for something, that everbody is worth something somewhere, if only in a few iunderplayed respects. each person deserves a chance, several if need be, as if they had been framed, even though that is hardly far from the truth when upraising is taken into consideration. to each fat man on the couch, to each beggar on the street, to each amputee, to each of the mentally disabled, theres should be respect...to the pretty, the ugly, the races, the sexes, the ages...nobody knows who a person is, not even that person himself.
there is no explanation, but there is a simple demand of respect... to those who are underspoken and to those who deserve their throne. dont mock a veteran, for he knows what war is like. dont make wiseman, for he knows what life is like. dont mock a child, for he knows but innocence. ones place is ones place, and nobody can intrude, with aggression, neglegence, hatred...nothing. one knows hardly oneself enough to judge another. maybe then it is good to leave a respectable distance, although the way one thinks he should feel offending is thereby painfully thrown to the side.
im not too sure if being quiet most of the time is actually doing anything.
actually, scratch that. it is doing nothing, and thats the point of being so.
because without there being any consequence, there is nothing to be angered with, nothing to be disputed, although conflict seldom does not stand for a purpose...on either side, sadly enough...
so
i take that back, because being quiet does bring about many consequences, just never out in the open, nothing to look at and scorn, nothing that anybody else can see...so that everybody else is safe from explosion, through implosion...
thus there is a result, perhaps in writing in which each piece is simple and blunt thought, notes of the simplest of feelings that can be expanded forever and in infinite ways. writing, naturally that one is too quiet to speak yet acknowledgingly able to type to nothing yet for all to hear
it does make me wonder, on that, that each person must stand for something, that everbody is worth something somewhere, if only in a few iunderplayed respects. each person deserves a chance, several if need be, as if they had been framed, even though that is hardly far from the truth when upraising is taken into consideration. to each fat man on the couch, to each beggar on the street, to each amputee, to each of the mentally disabled, theres should be respect...to the pretty, the ugly, the races, the sexes, the ages...nobody knows who a person is, not even that person himself.
there is no explanation, but there is a simple demand of respect... to those who are underspoken and to those who deserve their throne. dont mock a veteran, for he knows what war is like. dont make wiseman, for he knows what life is like. dont mock a child, for he knows but innocence. ones place is ones place, and nobody can intrude, with aggression, neglegence, hatred...nothing. one knows hardly oneself enough to judge another. maybe then it is good to leave a respectable distance, although the way one thinks he should feel offending is thereby painfully thrown to the side.