Detail is lost in sight and the harder life is to see, the less we strain to look inward. A mock concern used with psychologically warming words is enough to fool most. Our conversations are brief and filled with Hallmark lines for this is small talk. You do not wish to know me and I return the favor. A wavering ego brushes its strokes over all that is you. Only a few words from your mouth, a gaze at your belongings - it's easy to see your shallowness. Those shameful faces living for mindless entertainment, lusts, and occupying routine. Those sorts do not breathe.
Figures of speech, moments where we cry out G-d's name for no reason. Also common to refer to how much one loves or hates something. Those are two very strong words, requiring depth and feeling. Is one that passionate about it? Breakdown of language has extended quite far; though, English is bastardized anyway. Cussing, slang, and figures of speech...we sound really dumb. But it's what's accepted, it's what we allow.
Words are mixed, used precisely in other instances. When this happens, the right configuration (much like a spell cast), the mind believes what it hears. In psychology, there is a belief that in some cases, one belives what they hear because it sounds right, but not because it is. Propaganda is a spell, brewed by evil and given to the masses. Failures occasionally sift out, such as many Allied countries assisting the Odessa. These Nazi war criminals escaped trial because they helped the Allies and were shipped to South America or hid elsewhere in Europe. "If you help us against the Russians, we'll ignore the millions of people you helped wipe out." So, it becomes apparent war is never about the cause that sounds good to us...it has alterior motives. Did we fight WWII to save the Jews? No. Did we engage in a Civil War to free slaves? Not really. Power, money, and motive fuels a war.
Because of this knowledge, it's hard to determine truth from fiction. History class was fun because I could learn about my country...but it only sugar-coats the timeline. I did have one teacher in 8th grade really speak some truth into the matter because he was cornered on the subject of slavery during the Civil War. He caved in and basically explained the pros and cons of each side and got to brass tax about it. From that point of time, I knew my years in public school would be hole-ridden of information.
Figures of speech, moments where we cry out G-d's name for no reason. Also common to refer to how much one loves or hates something. Those are two very strong words, requiring depth and feeling. Is one that passionate about it? Breakdown of language has extended quite far; though, English is bastardized anyway. Cussing, slang, and figures of speech...we sound really dumb. But it's what's accepted, it's what we allow.
Words are mixed, used precisely in other instances. When this happens, the right configuration (much like a spell cast), the mind believes what it hears. In psychology, there is a belief that in some cases, one belives what they hear because it sounds right, but not because it is. Propaganda is a spell, brewed by evil and given to the masses. Failures occasionally sift out, such as many Allied countries assisting the Odessa. These Nazi war criminals escaped trial because they helped the Allies and were shipped to South America or hid elsewhere in Europe. "If you help us against the Russians, we'll ignore the millions of people you helped wipe out." So, it becomes apparent war is never about the cause that sounds good to us...it has alterior motives. Did we fight WWII to save the Jews? No. Did we engage in a Civil War to free slaves? Not really. Power, money, and motive fuels a war.
Because of this knowledge, it's hard to determine truth from fiction. History class was fun because I could learn about my country...but it only sugar-coats the timeline. I did have one teacher in 8th grade really speak some truth into the matter because he was cornered on the subject of slavery during the Civil War. He caved in and basically explained the pros and cons of each side and got to brass tax about it. From that point of time, I knew my years in public school would be hole-ridden of information.
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