Our weaknesses is our strength. We are wrong when we think we are right. Our brains are too large. The executive center overrides the natural.
Poetry
When I am born
where would I be without your loving arms around me?
The society we raise our children in and grow old in will again be divine.
The air is fresh, the water clean, forest whole, trees proud, sounds of nature fill my ears. Dear ones are near, alive and passed. Life’s cares met from cradle to grave.
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