God, oh the Almightly, pleasing the stars is as easy as a scholar lighting a match to learn, rotating the planets is like a basketball player placing a spin ball into the loop, and respecting the asteroids is as kites of a love couple flying in colourful interplay. Idealistically as the peace of the origin, and as heightened as the parse of galaxies, each in a unique theme of depth beyond human imagination, You rejoice in the magnificence. There is vastness in your ideas and varsity in your honour.
Yet ideas are only ideas, and the danger is a victimised I who cried, for this Earth unwittedly condemned me, and only nature still flows as a budding friend, the art of the scientific all, the heart of the relational all. Well, which heaven can contain me, a cruel victim of an unfair education system and capitalism? I hope in my heaven, money exist as a commodity that all earn in equal amount, so no more do inequality exist, and every person is as equal as their choice of monetary expenditure can fathom. At the same time, there is no wrong marked exams script that can ruin your whole career prospect, which dealt me badly. Also, some of my friends are not the grateful sort, and how much can I hope they will repent in a Brian who is near to a dying state, like the tears in my heart mounting up to the watering of a desert cactus, whose pain is in the touch of the superficial lack of people, even as my inferior complex just praise and shine through, the glory to Godwise faithful and morose rain.
Talking about sex, I hope people do not let jealousy rule, nor irresponsibility reign, and I do respect we are not sluts and gigolos that make love to others without values. Meanwhile, yes to within integrity intimacy in abundence and in promise, which ties proliferation to the experience and reputation, which we must be mature to place the welfare of others first and to this effect, make merry and decently embrace lust as a friend, not to show off but to keep as a badge of confidence and to produce pleasure by the spirits beauty. I do support pornography mainly as a education that really is a mild and sensitive glory, but please, wake up people, be mature and adult about the issue, and realise sex is not wrong, but breaking a promise is. Please do not condemn people like me for my views, for I only hope for the hedonistic best of all, who cares and shares in potential and optimum. After all, sex is for the earnest, the caring and the peaceful, and be careful to belittle the issue which is a question of legibility.
Thereby, I felt weak, poor and even despondent over my life. I have such an altruistic intent, a selective propagenda of values and worth, and even my nature is just to please, to protect and to provide. Well, then why is my life so miserable? Can a man who is not perfect find forgiveness when God is meant to be the best forgiver? After all, there is so much goodness in me, and why let the selfish be strong and those who really want to promote a difference of betterment feel the gap, which only devastates the least of strength? The question is not only why, but how to shift from misery to promise, from lack to providence, and from loss to success? Please, the issue of my weakness is not as important as the good that I can do, so then why limit the potential of one when that solves no problem but bring suffering and poverty to most? Please, the ideal rest in forgiveness and forgetfulness.
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