DECEIVED Why is it so very easy to deceive ourselves? By the failure, the unwillingness, to look beneath. Beneath the surfaces, the exterior of things. Are we so devoid of insight, of judgment, that we are incapable of seeing what’s most important? Are we just lazy, shallow? Is that truly possible? Do we perceive a lack of exterior beauty in ourselves so we seek to acquire it from someone or something else somehow? I mean, we must know that it’s the beauty within, that inner light that illuminates goodness that we should want, be irresistibly drawn to. Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
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