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What can I say to change the way it is, the way this is, the way that is—about the blind ambitions in the foregone conclusions of absolute ignorance?

What can pierce through this fog of grandiose delusions?

What can satisfy the control of fear fed through instant gratifications from the abuse of power?

Can fear be controlled? Can sin?

It's like watching alcoholics pass the buck, blame it on the drink and some unfortunate schmuck.  All the while screaming, "I'm not drunk!  Not drunk on power, not drunk on lust, not drunk on greed or any of that stuff!"

Oh?  What is it like to practice deception with endless webs tangled forever in never-ending weaves?

Whom do you believe?

Where in the yonder does it end, this endless, never-ending deception?

Are we to doom repeat history over and over from its worst parts, never to part until the oblivion of Armageddon?

Where's the love?  The way, the truth, and the life?*

And what's in a name?  Would a rose called by another name still smell as sweet?**  Would Christ?

Finally, how does one forgive the unforgivable—those hardened minds and unrepentant hearts of the heartless souls who cannot receive?

* John 14:6

** William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet (Act 2, Scene 2)

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