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Sometimes I cry
Sometimes, reading the bad news, you can toughen up until you are nearly a Droid. Self protection. I am a flip-flop Gemini entity. I am hard as nails and soft as butter. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I rant. Sometimes I threaten. Sometimes I cry.
It is the ability of the heart to open... It is the ability of the eye to cry salt water - like the oceans - and wash the feelings clean again. I once was a "magical" leader. I found it, like nearly every other religion, to be too egocentric to feed my feelings...my deep, deep feelings. And that lead me to atheism. I cling now to needing to do the right thing here and now. There is no heaven nor hell to reward nor punish me. Only my own thoughts and feelings and deeds. I live better in my own skin for this.
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I am a snot-nosed weeping thing and it is only at those moments - among perhaps other pure love events - that I feel human again.
I don't ever want to stop crying.
