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Humanity, so seldom are we what we seem to be.

A moment comes, whether we grasp it, or shy away, it’s gone.

Why does it seem good deeds seldom go unpunished, while the wicked ones sprout wings?

There is no mantra of truth, there are many, though seemingly similar their sound varies, to every open ear.

To hear, open our hearts as we do our ears, to see, open our minds as we do our eyes.

We can’t hope to understand it all, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

In matters of the heart, listen to your mind, in matters of the mind, listen to your heart, balance, in all things.

My youngest daughter Julia's review of my work, Beltamar's War. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/my-daughter-julias-review-of-beltamars-war/ …

If your desire to be the same is greater than your need to be true then how can you ever hope to be the real you?

Her lack, is our loss. Someone important is missing… a muse of the moon, a singer of soul, where has she gone, will she ever return.

Getting there intact is more important than getting there fast.