Tears are sacred - droplets upon the cheek are always mirrored by those, our angels.
Same it is with the fluid of the womb - tears from true sadness, a sadness that is pure, for all that cannot be changed, yet needs to be changed - this sadness reforms the world, as also the ethers above and below.
For mighty are the thoughts and wishes of men - and mightier still are the unrequited woes. Although it is little comfort to hear this my Son, tragedy, all tragedy, is answered in the Heavens, in the arms of death, to immediately console the suffering - whether inflicted from natural consequence - all pitiable consequence is refreshed and spent and made consulate in death.
Every honest soul is promised this: suffering no more.
For the only pain that continues on is with those who have inflicted themselves upon others.
Hell has no tears to save itself. Hell is the open wound of the soul who has no remorse.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
Same it is with the fluid of the womb - tears from true sadness, a sadness that is pure, for all that cannot be changed, yet needs to be changed - this sadness reforms the world, as also the ethers above and below.
For mighty are the thoughts and wishes of men - and mightier still are the unrequited woes. Although it is little comfort to hear this my Son, tragedy, all tragedy, is answered in the Heavens, in the arms of death, to immediately console the suffering - whether inflicted from natural consequence - all pitiable consequence is refreshed and spent and made consulate in death.
Every honest soul is promised this: suffering no more.
For the only pain that continues on is with those who have inflicted themselves upon others.
Hell has no tears to save itself. Hell is the open wound of the soul who has no remorse.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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