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 Division... We are always at conflict with our thoughts - war is the idea. When there is a battle for importance, there is no understanding. Yet, if there was, it still does not assure concordance. Pain... Pain is a motive. Pain is all that brings hearts together. Pain is the truth behind joy... There is no such thing as happiness, there is just relief that set goals have been achieved. Yet again, when there is a battle for importance; goals, there is no understanding - war... Even if there was, it assures no concordance... War is the idea. Questions... Many questions are asked, is there a god?... Who is god? What was before creation? Why is there pain if there is a merciful god?... Yet, none ever has bothered to wonder what color the line is, that bridges a gap between night and day... Does the light own the line? Or does the thickness in darkness take the ownership?... The need to understand brings about the need to comprehend... What is understanding, what yet, is comprehension? What is that force that holds air in water?... Is it the independence of the air itself, or is the balance of the water? Questions... Questions beget more questions. The answer to one riddle yet, is another... War is the idea, Pain is retribution.
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 Inspired by joy, touched by guilt, retribution is the idea. Humanity is blinded by self-imposed necessities... Necessities fueled by passion, inspired by desire...And coated in foolishness. When the angels sang, it was one of pity... When the wind blew, it was empty... War is the idea, pain is retribution. Who will guard us, we often ask. Yet, the true question remains: who will guard our guardians. The quest for happiness is an ancient tradition. Yet, do those who inspire it feel as much of it as those it is imparted into?... Who will guard the guardians?... Who will keep the keepers? When it rains, a weeping man cannot be known. But then, when it rained, it rained your tears. In a quest for answers, the destroyer is wiped out. Life is beautiful, yet the blind only feel it... Then again, many die in abject misery... Many... Many with full-sight die in abject misery, having good glimpses of life's elements, each day. Yet, refusing to widen their perception. Pain is the idea... Behind love, there is always obligation. Better yet, love is obligation.

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