When we get lucky out of part miracle we go blank from sudden joy
When we talk to the dead we think we could hear them talking with our echo
When we get angry we grow antlers and couldn't hold ourselves to head bud like buck against nothing
When we cling to something what we believe becomes truth regardless of what it is really like
The world most of time is the world of thoughts in our own mind We like to pick things that support our world not the ones that argue with our thoughts or even shatter our world
When it does shatter sometime we hand it to God Buddha or whoever have already perfected a world of self-contained and persuasive thoughts But not until you totally give up your own you are not going to be a believerThe battle or peace is always with our mind
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