Absorb


We come
in,
an empty
vessel.
A dry
sponge.
Absorbing
all in our
sphere.
Attitudes,
ideas,
beliefs.
Different locations.
Different beliefs.
Gospel.
All taken
as gospel.
Why?
Why
different areas
different
beliefs?
Isolation.
Isolation
bred different
beliefs.
Primitive ideas
superstitious
ideas, based
on fear.
Revolving
around
the primitive.
Revolving
around
fear, superstition.
We believe!
We believe
what we’re
told.
Then retell.
Time to
question.
Time to
question
everything.

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