I had lived through the Year of the Cats; whereby the faces of the girls on my PC were turned into sketches of cats.
Those were the years hahaha.
KUCING...
Personally, I don't have much hope in the human race.
Here I am, an occurrence of a lifetime COMPLETE with scientific and mathematical evidence, and yet[s] was dismissed [m]y (by) hoaxes made by an Arab Unta Kuraban some 1,400 years ago.
We are surrounded by people who have eyes but cannot see, have ears but cannot hear, and have mouths but cannot tell the truth.
So, it is a two-way story:
On my part, I want to move on.
I was exercising in my master bedroom just now; contemplating laying down the gauntlet of Heaven and Hell and deciding once and for all form is form and emptiness is emptiness.
Suddenly I heard a voice.
"Who are you?", I asked.
"Who I am is not important. I am a nobody."
The voice sounds familiar. "Are you a senior?" I queried.
"I am a senior." The voice responded. "Let me make it real quick."
"OK," I said.
"You can pass the Judgement of Heaven and Hell, however, that is not you being you."
"Your manifesto is All as Gods. Stick to the storyline. Do not change you story. Let the others change their story but you stick to your storyline.
It was very simple, yet it was profound.
Indeed, he is right.
Of all the manifestos, All as Gods is my most profound manifesto.
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