School vs Life
In School, you receive your Lesson.
After the lesson,
you are tested on your lesson to prove your level of comprehension.
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Throws you, face first, right in the middle of a test...
Without warning, nor without any preparation...
It's left Up to you to learn your lesson.
My Lesson? You.
My test? This.
The Result? That.
The Reason? Because.
Purpose?
Now, that is truly the lesson of this and every test.
Humbled in my voice, I cringe just thinking how one word created an Ego so grand...that no mirror could reflect. I spat on your disrespectful mindless mercy of false fantasies and illogical self representations. Do you believe in chance and miracles? Or have you shared your final descent into obscure relativity? A crowded closet of cluttered and contaminated trash. It's there that you sit on your decaying deathbed. Old, rotted and decrepit. You'll die alone, like you always knew.
At least, you'll have some light peeking through your bedroom window.
"I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning."
James Joyce
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