BB-6-GG<\/p>\n
The Debtor<\/strong><\/p>\n I would offer you something \u2013 but everything I have<\/p>\n is either Stolen from the bulk of Humanity which can claim<\/p>\n nothing as its own.<\/p>\n The faintest smile; the slightest moment of respite\u2026 The despair of the millions; the agony of those is no less mine.<\/p>\n The \u2013 Debt \u2013 Is \u2013 So \u2013 Great.<\/p>\n Nothing is transferable\u2026 Where then in this barren womb is the renewal? Nothing\u2026<\/p>\n but the dying Unqualified commitment is the only Redemption.<\/p>\n * * * * *<\/p>\n BB-6-VV<\/p>\n The Choice<\/strong><\/p>\n Where now?<\/p>\n Perhaps there is hope for life someday \u2013 but not for our lives. No expectations\u2013 only the acceptance of the Void\u2013 the profound, inexpressible void\u2026 Who is keeping score in this absurd game? Will it never end? Such trickery!<\/p>\n If we wanted to \u201cwin\u201d \u2026 we would have already lost\u2013<\/p>\n pitifully so.<\/p>\n But I wonder \u2026 when it is all tallied \u2026 when it is asked:<\/p>\n \u201cWhich wars did you choose? Which battles did you wage?\u201d<\/p>\n Who could answer better than we?<\/p>\n For did we not have a high road to travel and the way made clear? \u2026 a moment being equal to a lifetime?<\/p>\n What greater heights could we have reached?<\/p>\n Did we not see life\u2026 and prefer death?<\/p>\n Is there not some Victory in the choice of Reality?<\/p>\n * * * * *<\/p>\n BB-6-TTTTT<\/p>\n Reflections<\/strong><\/p>\n Look around- Greed, So many soul-less beings, now they are the walking dead<\/p>\n There is no pulse left…<\/p>\n except for the children. Pitiful trespassers except for the children<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" BB-6-GG The Debtor I would offer you something \u2013 but everything I have is either borrowed or stolen. Stolen from the bulk of Humanity which can claim nothing as its own. The faintest smile; the slightest moment of respite\u2026 belongs to others. The despair of the millions; the agony of those death claims slowly\u2026 is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":86748,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-86753","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86753","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=86753"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86753\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130110,"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86753\/revisions\/130110"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/86748"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonestown.sdsu.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=86753"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nborrowed or stolen.<\/p>\n
\nbelongs to others.<\/p>\n
\ndeath claims slowly\u2026<\/p>\n
\nno negotiating.<\/p>\n
\nWhat is there of nourishment for the \u201cintangible\u201d?<\/p>\n
\nconviction reflected
\nin familiar, trusted eyes.<\/p>\n
\nPerhaps there is hope for happiness somewhere \u2013 but not for us.<\/p>\n
\nThat all-encompassing vacuum which demands from us that we function according to Duty.<\/p>\n
\nAnd who makes the rules?<\/p>\n
\nDid we not find the depth of oneness never before encountered?<\/p>\n
\nWhat do you see?<\/p>\n
\ncorruption,
\nviolence…
\nNothing worth saving!
\n(except for the children)<\/p>\n
\nwhose real substance
\nhas long been abandoned in the struggle.
\nFor when the load grew heavy, it was quickly laid down in exchange for all-pervading apathy…<\/p>\n
\nGentle, wistful spirits\u2013
\nknowledgeable of the secrets of creation.<\/p>\n
\nin a foreign world-
\nthe children bear the scars of their parents battles.
\nThere is no hope at all…<\/p>\n