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…As time moves on and men become smarter. Things change us, our attitude. Man no longer exist as men. They simply exist. Honour bound or not, they exist. To live, to die, to simply be. It is not up to us to judge, but to be. With or without honour. Judgement, that is a funny thing. To be judged for crimes not committed, to see the days pass as a free man, yet not free held by the constraints of that around us. Men seeking solace from a world of hedge-men. Yet men of honour, living by truth, is still judged, spoken, thoughts that that are provoked, actions demonstrated by those whom believe enough to do so and are not afraid to stand. 

Men whom will make their mark in life changing, all around them. Leaders of the time whom are not afraid to speak. I say these things to you so you know. Not to bind or tie, but to enrage, inflame, make one think upon their destination. The truth lies within the answers to all of life’s issues, survive within the man that seeks solace in the world.

Solace, that place in a man’s heart that he seeks such, peace, calm, balance. Yet is it ever found?

As lightening can strike a man deaf, mute, dumb, it can encompass a truth unknown to the fact the reality is we exist merely as play toys for the Gods. Yet some, some escaped them, allowing free will. Exceptions, a way of passage to lead, to become. A road is simply a road. Absent, alone, dissolute. Yet when that road has purpose it has life, existence, pure, unadulterated, eminence. It lies within unfounded, exuberant. Yet men carry on. Moving forth.

Crying out, men live and die by the interest of other men, confined by their own restraints. They exist to live, not truly living, grasping at the straws of hay. There are many that break, fall away. There are men whom live only in the existence is within the confines of their walls. They live and die in their own waste, leaving behind trails for others to pick up what they simply have left behind.

Then there are those who break away, find their own path, a way to seek. To lead men from their own desolation, their own destruction.

Death, however is emanate as the man harvest, animals feed, and children grow. It is not how death comes or the manner in which one accepts his fate, but in the existence of one’s way defines how fairly one dies. To speak that a man can be alive when dead and dead when alive is quite the oxymoron, yet makes perfect sense.

Live while alive. Die when you are dead, leaving nothing behind for your brethren to have to carry forth of your remnants that remain…

Until next week my friends…

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