The Holier I Am
the more evil you become
The Holier You Are
The dirtier I feel
The More Enraged I Am
At Your Mistakes
the more humiliating are my own
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The one who says, "I Am Wise", ain't - Confusion
Religion exacerbates Reprobate's guilt when it is supposed to provide the cure.
we decide & choose
ALONE
Alone with - what? Who? The Great Out There? Conscience? Common sense?
SUCCESS - INSANITY-LUNACY - SUICIDE - CRIME
UNDERSTANDING - JUDGEMENT - MORALITY - TRUTH - KNOWLEDGE
Maybe - It Depends
Crazy Confusion
Understanding & Awe
The Path Of Not Really Being Entirely Sure About Anything
The Fog Of Confusion
The Cloud Of Unknowing
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If you are unable to forgive yourself,
not only will you never be able to forgive others,
you will never allow others to forgive themselves either.
I am so evil there is no limit to the punishments I must inflict upon myself.
GUILT HATE
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When blame and accusation pound sensitive nerves of regret, remorse and self-condemnation, guilt is honed into a burning blade of inner, private, invisible self-hate. Guilt-Hate (Guillate? Haetult?) inverted hatred that turns in upon oneself.
To overcome such a force is surely the greatest and hardest challenge of all?
Does our Criminal Justice System (and 'Political Correctness') take account of this side of the human condition?
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How To Restore A Dilapidated Relationship
First, carefully remove old grievances and heartache using goodwill and understanding.
Next, wash well in appreciation.
Rub down with respect and leave overnight where there is a free flow of consideration.
In the morning, paint with compliments.
Dry in admiration.
Finish with a few touches of humour.
Bring to a shine with gratitude applying liberal helpings of affection.
That should do it.
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Our Sun Sees Only The Good
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Fritz The Cat's Little Mantra
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I’ve never done anything wrong
I greet each morning in song
Mostly I love to pray
My holiness fills my day
I am whiter than white
I always am in the right
I have never ever done anything bad
Never for a moment am I indolent or sad
Who me, tell a lie?
I’d ne’er hurt a fly
You think I’d steal a sweet?
The Pope’s my friend to greet
Each morning I praise in song
I have never done anything wrong
wrong
wrong
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| In reality, he crawled down a burrow hole and got eaten by a fox.
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