A-False-Terl
I have turned a sour stomach to writing.It's as if it has become meaningless.
By any versitile measure,to believe that our souls are just the sum of our parts is akin to wearing scuba gear in a drought filled desert....just plain stupid.
Seldom do you see an overjoyed senator on the rebound making good political decisions.
The brain is a unique thing.Once destroyed an accurate reconstruction would not be possible.
On our journey of dicovery,we must not be timid in our thinking or we soon will become a prisoner of it.
Each aura has a complexity built on many factors.It's not why do we like bluegrass over jazz?It is why do we like music at all.
The electric spark inside us that animates our being has to negotiate the railway of our thought thought processes.
The intrique of which I write is plentiful.
If you have a ravenous appetite for historic facts,this story is not for you.
But I degress.This type of thinking is kin to hitting yourself with a switch and not expecting a welt.
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