Innocence and beauty, what a curse. Life has always been difficult. But now maturity has become a dirty word equated with envy and failure. Why are the pretty getting so ugly? We always made you in our own idealized image. And now we can see you on line, but do not feel touch. Selfies can't feel rejection. The curse of beauty is a mystery of attraction, but to what? In our unfeeling "Wheel of Objectification," (Friday, January 16, 2015; Mirroring and Empathy (Subjective Boundary Definitions) & The Next Cycle Model (Boundaries of Identification) we crush all kinds of people into monstrous things for our dead mind's eyes. Look away, look away. And do not touch me for I have not yet ascended.
Soulcraft, my beautiful children, is a fine art of closure. We are seeing the beginning end. And with a last laugh our future starts over together with a new history. And you were there, And you were there. And you were there,......,
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