No, actually, I tend to believe it's a whole bunch of little fights breaking out in the crowd and the bouncers are having trouble controlling things. In this regard, life is much like a Molly Hatchet concert I once attended in Charlottesville.
You're missing the bigger fight going on, the one that sort of encloses the peripheries and pushuldy-shovelties us where it wants to go while we're not noticing it. And enclosing that fight - an even bigger fight, but a fight that takes place inside our HEARTS.
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No, actually, I tend to believe it's a whole bunch of little fights breaking out in the crowd and the bouncers are having trouble controlling things. In this regard, life is much like a Molly Hatchet concert I once attended in Charlottesville.
You're missing the bigger fight going on, the one that sort of encloses the peripheries and pushuldy-shovelties us where it wants to go while we're not noticing it. And enclosing that fight - an even bigger fight, but a fight that takes place inside our HEARTS.
That's why you can't see it. But it's there.
Lub-dud. Lub-dud.
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