Emotions of those that tread the gentle path of opportunity become
unbearable. They extract within us the pain that suffering has produced.
At times the sheer unbelievability of their achievement can break the
toughest skin into a rash, never to be visible, yet evident by its
disfiguration.
The strength of spirit and the will of accomplishment to over ride those difficult circumstances, the pent up desire and its final out break on possibility, and the reasons of their condition, inspire you off your seat of comfort. More is gained by what is expounded by the other, even though they humbly accept the inverse. No. We are bereft of what they are made of. We are ignorant on what their meanings are. You can be stunned into submission, or be callous and look for greater copy. But never can one ignore the conditions that make them where they are today. It has been an incredible struggle. Disproportionate at times, uneven, filled with cynicism and defeat. But the lining in the sky beyond, of hope and that flicker of white light, one that has made them cue up to this final moment, cannot be attempted even for a suitable description.
The level difference could shame one. Why thus and why thus not ! What has been the discretion, the dissipation and the ultimate for one, and not the other. And yet again, divinity in all its ambivalence takes charge. The evils of the past, the penitence of wrong, the balance of universal earth factor begin to battle for their own supremacy within one body, destroying it completely instead of delivering it from injustice. They that suffer, do they not get deliverance ? Is the nobility and the good to lie among those that were born with it ? Why were they born in such and not the other ? What was it that they did that was different ? Who chose to give one less and the other more, and why ?
I am in quandary and in remorse and possibly extremely short of words ..
Colors and happy countenance are defeatist when one knows what bears within. This too shall be, like grief, one that shall remain individual …
Love to all...
DiL
The strength of spirit and the will of accomplishment to over ride those difficult circumstances, the pent up desire and its final out break on possibility, and the reasons of their condition, inspire you off your seat of comfort. More is gained by what is expounded by the other, even though they humbly accept the inverse. No. We are bereft of what they are made of. We are ignorant on what their meanings are. You can be stunned into submission, or be callous and look for greater copy. But never can one ignore the conditions that make them where they are today. It has been an incredible struggle. Disproportionate at times, uneven, filled with cynicism and defeat. But the lining in the sky beyond, of hope and that flicker of white light, one that has made them cue up to this final moment, cannot be attempted even for a suitable description.
The level difference could shame one. Why thus and why thus not ! What has been the discretion, the dissipation and the ultimate for one, and not the other. And yet again, divinity in all its ambivalence takes charge. The evils of the past, the penitence of wrong, the balance of universal earth factor begin to battle for their own supremacy within one body, destroying it completely instead of delivering it from injustice. They that suffer, do they not get deliverance ? Is the nobility and the good to lie among those that were born with it ? Why were they born in such and not the other ? What was it that they did that was different ? Who chose to give one less and the other more, and why ?
I am in quandary and in remorse and possibly extremely short of words ..
Colors and happy countenance are defeatist when one knows what bears within. This too shall be, like grief, one that shall remain individual …
Love to all...
DiL
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