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We measure importance
on different scales.
If we were to step aside
and look in,
for a minute.
We'd see,
opposites.
Each giving all they can
of what is most important to them,
and wondering why can't the other
do the same.
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
12/7/2011 |
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| Very insightful piece, Elisabeth |
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| Reviewed by Good bye (Reader) |
12/6/2011 |
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Opposite is the essence of our life, we cannot define truth without lying, bad without good, nor warm without cold, what concept we could have about; the worst is when we forget about it, the other becomes "wrong" if her (he) doesn't agree with us and we are "right", and then personal or mass war comes at our door!
Thank you to remember us that.
-Alan
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