Are we mice or are we men? Are we wimps or are we women?** Only in the obscurity of life when we see that beacon of hope, a flare that help us realize the revealed truth of our existence.
The reality of our humanity is ill-treated, un-orthodoxed. Exploited, not benefited. Answers are given when the world is hated, and there are crystals waiting to be redeemed and discovered.
We did not start standing in the podium of pride divulging our identity, intelligence and abundance, nor will even end-up in a mortified condition of self-pity. When we came to our senses, we are the arresting figure of our own choice.
The calibration of our performance is not judged in the human eye, but only in the fathom of the Divine.
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