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Atheism and the egg

Atheism and the egg

To imagine a Christ and the morals in which they stand is to imagine my own humanity.

The sacrifice and physical brutality. Saints can live in the same meat of the demon.

The morals we learn from religion and the traditions. Respect human history.

Ignorance is pitiful. Undeniably, unforgiving complex universe. I will celebrate culture and humanity. The belief andĀ the value of all things ugly and beautiful. Growth, passion and redemption.

The contrast of belief and fact made up by a neuron conflict. Ā  Ā 

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Tony Taylor

Very Insightful prose here NICOLE!!....... the truth only works one way...... we are here .....and it Ā would be foolish not to take ALL into consideration........ALL STARZ!!...... compelling read...... and .......WELCOME to COSMO ......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo. ?ā˜€āœ“āœ³

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Nea Lounei

Thank you for such an enthusiastic response.Ā 

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Joseph Shattuck

Love it? i hold close to the in voice inside me. we would be crazy to think this is all we're here for. see you all on the other side. We're spiritual creatures having a human experience

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Nea Lounei

Edited slightly and holds new imagery that I painted with oil paints recently. Enjoy!Ā 

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