It is a belief system, mechanical, an illusion, if it is not an inward revelational and experiential knowing.

What we thrive on is hatred and violence; if we were a peaceable people we would have peace tomorrow.

She lived in fear of his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies, and sometimes not.

I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people.

Written By Grandma Moses

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