Every day is another blank canvas before me, whether I do any "Intentional" painting or not, there WILL BE on that canvas the story of my life for this day, painted by the energies with which I choose to surround my self with this day. A blank one is never produced, as even my thoughts are enough for the hands of destiny to paint with or about. Then this canvas is displayed for all to see! Where do I hide my inequities? Where shall we go to hide?


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