From an Epistle of George Fox, early Quaker

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From an Epistle of George Fox, early Quaker

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You are hysterically ironically without cause, now. Shouting into the void won't bring it any closer to answering, not like this, at least.
Good evening, and consider alternatives away from my doorstep.
-Your most esteemed colleague.
You and I know alike that that is far beyond possibility. As if your cause has been made any clearer by its dissolution into your feverish delusions. I’ve long-since read your ramblings, no need to pepper me with untruths and staged confidence.
Consider having spared the reasonable few from your dementations.
- Edgar
"Reflections Multiplied"
In the mirror's gaze, we see our soul
A reflection of love, or a heart of coal
As the glass shatters, our truth expands
Multiplying the love, or the hatred's hands
If we behold ourselves with critical eyes
The shards of glass will magnify our demise
But if we gaze with kindness and gentle grace
The mirrored fragments will reflect a loving space
With every break, a new reflection's born
A chance to choose, how our hearts will be sworn
To multiply the love, or the hate we hold
A mirrored maze, where our true selves unfold
2023 JANUARY 20 Friday
"But this is the covenant I will establish, says the Lord: I will put my laws in their minds and I will write them upon their hearts. I will be their God, and they shall be my people."
~ Hebrews 8:10

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and that's all we needed when we hear them...
Jenny Xie, from Eye Level: Poems; “Epistle”
august 29, 2017
i saw your younger brother at school today. you never introduced him to me (or vice-versa), but i recognized him from your family photos. my heart sank and my hands started involuntarily shaking. it hurt seeing him too, which was strange, because i don't even know him and i bet he doesn't know me. but i guess it was the fact that he had your eyes that really put me down. regardless, it got me wondering if he even knows my name, knows my face, knows my voice. it got me pondering if you ever talked about me to your friends or family and if they know that i exist, if they know how much of an impact i made on your life, and how i let you rest your heavy head on my shoulder when you mourned the love of your life with a still beating heart. does he (or anyone else for this matter) know the lengths i would've gone to make sure you were happy? the long nights i stayed up for you to make sure you were okay to drive home? do they know what kind of friend i was to you? anything at all? or was i just a shameful experiment? you know, i really don't know what's worse about all this-- the fact that they don't know that i exist, that i'm just a complete stranger in the crowd, just another face in the library, in the hallway, just anywhere they are or if by some mere miracle, let's say, you did tell them my name, you did show them a photo, you did share your feelings about me-- tell me, what is worse? being pitied by strangers or being a ghost in the crowd?. i wanna forget about you, but seeing someone who shares your blood, your same green eyes— it’s just too painful. and i honestly can't tell what's a worse scenario. so, tell me, who am i to the people you love?