Your presidential highness, you throne of command witnesses much tumult as your mind grasps for harmony in a life world where wisdom simply cannot catch up with the vagaries of emotion. Is that not the sole reason why third world countries are not developed, since if their hearts are not convinced that what you tell them is good for them, they will ignore you and live a live of poverty, because well, they just haven’t reached the point that the information created by their emotions is dense enough. Are we writing to learn, or to educate? In front of god, all writing is a learning process, but it becomes less so and more instructive the more mortal the reader is. Gid, my dearest, dearest fractional god, forgive me, for the semantics of our times makes it difficult to regularly incorporate you in colloquial speech, even though you are flesh to my mind, a restraining hand to my arrogance. There is no greater love than the love of a woman who will end up killing you, so respect her well, and serve her for the rest of your life, because women are not only the gatekeepers of life, they are that of death as well.

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