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And here is life...

That you would love oneanother as I have loved you

If you don't love the one you don't quite like

If you don't love the weak one

If you don't love the powerful one

If you don't love the fallen one

Then how will you survive?

For are you not distasteful
Are you not weak, powerful and fallen

You're an embarrassment
If it were not so, you'd leave nothing unexposed

Yet here you are, clothed

Love your enemies
Only then can you exist

Otherwise you will only eat your self

Like a never ending word shishkabab

Alpha eating Omega on a loop

Lost in Derrida's surplus

He who loses his life finds it either found or lost

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Whom are we embarrassing?yes I'm clothed. cool write!.................Jim

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al Bikaadi

The implocation was you are an embarrassment to your self. Meaning that you are inconsistent and hypoctritical. And you are. *AS ARE WE ALL* (I too fall short of the standards I think/say I believe in. Each time I buy a product packaged in non-recyclable plastic I'm an embarrassment; each time I fail to show kindness to someone (when I preach kindness is a virtue) that's an embarrassment. When I skip brushing my teeth, even though I say my body is a sacred vehicle for the Holy Spirit, that's an embarrassment. But praise God that where sin abounds *grace* increases and I have an advocate and mediating high priest who sees me as a developing child who hasn't grasped perfection and needs plenty of time and love to get to my mansion in my Father's house.  

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Yiyan Han

So many rhetorical questions but no obvious answers. Anyway, wish you have a nice holiday.

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