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treatise that I began to profess in my campaign for mayor of East
Lansing and is so apparent in the year 2016. The inanimate
ele ments of the earth and all its living particles seem united in the
demand for rectification, and return to harmonious balance .
Four or five (counting the ten years this treatise in production)
decades have passed, and I am faced with a recollection. While a
student at college, I set out to locate a young woman over whom I
fantasized a ro mantic attachment. I was utterly deceived into
thinking that my body would be drawn after the illusive attractio n
as though our souls' magnets could bring me to her, though I knew
naught of her location. Thus, a concept of the soul-location
potential that exists as the impulse of Creation - Im2/Ur1 positive
- can lead to our unity of self, but only as long as we dwell in self-
nullification, diminution of expectations . Amongst the important
functions of the ear are included the sensitivity to one's balanced
posture. We are constantly receiving tympanic impulses that
influence our physiology with regard to the pull of gravity, and
not only that. Those impressions are based on external stimuli
some of which are imperceptible and most inco mprehensible. The
sound of creation vibrates on airwaves. This magical essence is
the source of our being, we yearn to complete the cycle of our
return into its prescience.
It is almost impossible to repent a misdeed that has exceede d
long past the point of not restraining oneself to terminate its
performance before having its deleterious effect . This last split-
second minuscule-instant ability to cause the cessation of an
impulse before it triggers an action, in this sense ; we talk
ourselves in reverse through repentance, as stated, "consider the
damage as compared to the extent of the pleasure." Alter
repositioning, posturing, and/ or relocating; relax breathing, and
imagine how success to do so activates the me mory to presume
control of events towards which one shall gravitate . In the strea m
and flow of the modern era, human emotion is a scarcity to be
valued and treasured. Beco me sensitive to suffering , as a neighbo r
some fifty years ago once told me. Leaves feel the pain when tor n
from the branches of trees. If I perpetuate strong negative feelings
or experience trepidation that I'm most certainly despicable;
people avoid seeing me ; or are likely to experience bitter
resentment towards me. My internal honing system notices how
other people or beings are postured in relationship to me; the way
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