But, what we like to ignore, is that we haven’t made it yet to that far shore. Our creations are created, and they are, within our realms, seated. They are nothing short of our visions, and, once brought into fruition, who is it that clarifies them—mere suppositions? It might be a little more than frightening to consider, that we all are, in this gamble for guilt, competing for the highest bidder. Without even knowing it, we are high rollers in a game full of losers. A simple game of wins and losses, the players don’t even realize what they’ve let escape their ivory towers. It might be too much, though, to paint a picture of an ignorance that domineers so. No, it is something much more sinister, because, as is easily seen, our desire to escape our own consequences has caused our minds to blister. Boils of contempt, ooze with our heart’s foulest scent. The busted wounds of a conscience laden with guilt, have in false pretenses our dreams built. I cannot deny, though, that there is some merit in letting our creations, our mind, inherit. But, denying the pain of our actions making a claim, and, instead, placing in our creations the blame, is something played in an evil game.
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