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Passion is the greatest emotion that a single being can feel. It is all consuming and devouring, twisting through our bodies, our minds and our souls, taking us deeper into a fire that can never be quenched. The barest brush of fingertips across lips, the back of a hand caressing softly against a lover’s cheek, can cause us to notice the initial small spark. It is the urge to suddenly pull your lover close and hold them, kiss them tenderly and whisper those sweet things that only lovers understand.

As you see it starts out small, but as with all wildfires that spark is only the beginning. A hand gliding across smooth skin, lips colliding in search of something that cannot be described, teeth grazing flesh…all of which causes that small spark to grow and spread into a small flame in the pit of our stomachs, the sign of passion building, growing the trying to reach our for a kindred flame, desperate to consume, desperate to burn freely as all fired should.

Through touch and taste we map out the bodies before us, tracing the path that this fire shall burn , learning the flesh that bared to us by a willing soul, words spoken to reach out to that kindred flame, to fuel it, to feed it, to beckon it to us so that we may truly feel its intoxicating and addictive heat.

Boundaries are shed ans flesh meets flesh, bodies pressing into each other in an intricate and exotic dance that only one who has experienced before will understand. The wildfire builds and spreads, swallowing two spirits whole, trying to melt them into one being, much like a metal crafter melts gold to make precious bands that bind. But a fire can only burn as hot as the sun for so long. The fire reaches its peak heat, scorching the souls involved, leaving the being blackened and charred, and dying out almost as quickly as it built.

The blackened soul is left changed, but unharmed in truth. Flowers all ways grow back brighter and bigger after the fire has died. But then again, the spark that is passion never truly dies if you find that twin scorched soul, the one whose ire reached out to yours, pulled you in and enveloped you, melted you down to liquid ecstasy, and then the two souls solidify as one.

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I have a lot to say, but not enough mouth to get it all out.  And sometimes I have to scrounge for anything at all.

We are all here, God knows why.  Is this all just a game?  Are we all nothing but fiction, fake?  Do we all have meaning, or do we have to find that out by ourselves?  What we are supposed to do, we have to make meaning out of nothing, out of air-oxygen, all this memories we breath, all this memories that we live for.  The deaf and blind still feel and smell, we all have something, we will never be nothing.  I’m not sure where I’m going with this but I’m trying to find a meaning.  I want to know what I’m destined to be, why I’m setting here right now, with a little light; sunshine, it’s just one big light bulb that we think grows flowers, trees, makes our shade of skin what it is.  Or is it all fake? Is this just a terrible dream that we all know too well?  Everyone wants to be unique, everyone loves the idea that their ideas are all original, but humankind is all too much alike.

Religion is all the same, worshiping something or some God, that some lonely people made up so his life would have meaning.  So he had something to believe in, and someone he thought would believe in him, something to live by.  I don’t need anyone, being lonely is not the worst feeling ever if you’re used to it.  Are we real, is this real?  Science, Math, English, Geography, History, we don’t need it, it was only created to find a deeper meaning to something so simple.  Is this just a game that some normal average being is playing and we are all simulations?  Does it matter?  But if this  was true, the person playing me sucks, I suck.  The person playing me needs to take more risks, I do.  Why do we think the way we think, why do we say the things we say?

Philosophers, deep thinkers, I’m sure, tried to figure this out to the point o being so frustrated they gave up, they quit, but they have to be right, they have to believe in something, so they do, they do what they want, they make up things that just must be true, but is it their choice?  Or has society, the world just made them believe they had choices.  Some people hate God, non-believers, because they believe he has condemned them to a living hell, but has he?

You’re a rebel, you can do whatever the f**k you want, right?  It’s time to move out of this so-called-hell, and make a trip to paradise.  Do something great, something that makes you believe in life, in meaning, write a book, try reading one.

All we want is meaning, all we want is purpose.  Maybe all you want is a flat screen TV, but after that you will want a DVD player, DVDs, a DVD burner, a computer to pirate your DVDs, then your in jail for wanting too much, but did you really want that TV? Or did the society, the world, make you think that you wanted it.  Reality is a big bunch of bologna.

Something this great is unbelievable, you must be dreaming; something this terrible can’t be real, please don’t let it be real.  It is.  It doesn’t matter if it’s real or fake, it will happen anyways, it’s real to us, you can’t wake up, you cant snap out of this daze, you are lost, one in a zillion, lost, you have to find yourself, who you want to be, but its not that simple, you need help, but no one knows, nobody knows what you think that you know, what you can’t put into words, you’re alone.

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Every man must one-day fall to his weaknesses in order to understand the frailty of the human condition. These are the realizations that inevitably create a common bond among us all. It is therefore our duty to pass on the experience of this epiphany to future generations by ensuring the welfare and equality of all who reside within our society. We are obligated to serve mankind in present and future though the promising, idealistic influence that can only stun the limits of the human mentality, thus maintaining a steady, self-sufficient home of satisfied individuals.

Narrow-minded, simple men claim that this is an impossibility: “No society could ever uphold such standards of morality!” He is oblivious of what we, as a society, are capable of accomplishing without the leaned cynical nature of closed minded men interfering with our potential.  Standards are kept steadily only during times of cultural stability.  Men cannot be made stable though chemical altercations; that is immediate thought reform, and clearly unjust in a society in which we must not only bare in mind what is best for ourselves, but what is best for society as a whole.

In the end, each individual benefits himself more by contributing to the potential good of mankind.  It is ironic that such connections are not only possible, but are easily obtainable if every man were to give his greatest efforts to the development of a global society that upholds the standards of a strong-willed idealistic society.  Every man for himself ; every man for the good of mankind-the former is rather cynical; the latter is a trust among all who dwell on Earth.

These are the repressed possibilities that hover over the heads of most.  Lies are once again spoken, mockery shouted sarcastically at the mere idea, uncontemplated.  It is true that logic often overrides reason.  Without reason, however, we’d have no personal truths.  Reason is as relative as perception.  Reason will always contradict itself while manifesting itself flawlessly.  It is not definite; it is simply a perception of thought.

One cannot deny the instability of modern society.  All systems are condemned to corruption; theoretically, corruption does not occur inevitably.  It is the nature of mankind that dooms itself in an attempt to escape its fate.  For centuries the question has been contemplated:  Is it possible to achieve a society founded on idealism? Theoretically, yes-it is not beyond the boundaries of the human condition to uphold a state of mind in which we are all equal.

“Man has evolved into a chaotic state of corruption!”  True.  Only an ignorant or overly cynical man could argue that this is the only definite truth out there, that this cannot be changed for the better.

“Corruption has taken over; there is no going back.” Far from the truth.  While it would be oblivious to deny the current mentality of mankind, it is ignorant to deny the possibility of reversing the possibility of reversing society’s faults.  Genetics lay out a platform for knowledge; innovation implants human nature.  The nature of human beings is not a result of evolution passing on genes that affect the psyche from generation to generation.  The nature of human beings is passed on through innovation, by learning from the environment and those residing in it.

Changes have been made thought history, slowly changing society overtime.  Before long, the aspects of the former and latter do not resemble each other-a whole new society has been created though several slight altercations in conformity.  Mass change in society is not an overnight phenomena; it is a slow process requiring decades of patient development.

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