When I go into a car and find that my blue jeans have been tattered by flies and worrisome gnats, I just laugh. I really see the fabric of today and understand where the light is in it. But never will I play with gnats and flies ever again like a roach.
What roach is in the fabric of our american way?
Which play does this have for you or me?
Can you see why I stance so long and hard on one to pick up his ways around me?
He would go insane from a feeling of resentment and bitterness if his job went too soon and would kill each and every person in here like a mazoon fire stone bridge. Hmmm
Life in general is this. Namaste