When first we practise to deceive...it begins very young!
The tangled web we weave that we call Life in which we practise busily to deceive and fill with strife; Right from the start right from the start we know the Truth about ourselves and who we are. But we invent our structures left and right and they don’t take us far. Instead they lead us miles away from what we really are.
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Reviews of "The Real Me, where's She?"
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2007
So true, I'm laughing cos of the things my son thought i did not notice, like landing on a ladder when really it should have been a snake, much truth here...
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Karen