Sweeping away the angel elements, what we have is the memories of good and decent people; which is all we could ever hope to be. Never can there be a larger presence of angel activity than that of the anonymous kind. They seek never to be upheld, honored, or thought of in any way we can understand; it is not our place to do that. By sweeping away the angel elements we can then act in such a way as to open the door a bit wider so that different angels can come in and play; none of them have bad intentions.
If you have ever driven your car down a lonely highway and began to laugh for no specific reason then you have felt one. When that happens, there is activity you are not aware of pulling at your happy strings. This happens when your mind is clear and you have contentment for that one moment in time. One could argue that that point in time is but one example of human perfection. And believe me the LLC, there are many examples of human perfection and they exist ALL OVER ALL THE TIME.
Perserverance- I saw an old man, crippled, and in pain. He walked in front of me and I respected him with a nod and a smile. In obvious pain beyond what I was feeling at the time he gestured back with a nod and a smile in similar fashion and oh those doors were crackin!
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Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
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