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We are in favor of preserving particular preference because of the comfort of familiarity without chance (ie stagnation without circulation) because what is expected doesn’t require trust through humble obedience of vulnerable dependence upon inspirations voice inviting novelty of choice in faith without sight but as tongue delights with diet so eyes delight with face as evidence of that which is unseen and unconsumed through participation. The intimacy of relationship without gaming in competition of oppositional challenge but in celebration of equal opportunity through agreement that salvation comes beyond self by encouraging equanimity among humans without demanding entertainment to stave off boredom with indulgence but reverently awed with tacit approval of appreciation giving birth to gratitude having an attitude who’s disposition is enjoyment of joyful rapture in delight of spiritual insight that is loving existence by being present in the here and now without articulation of desperation for abundance is reality where scarcity has burned off as illustrious delusion like vapor in the wind.

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