FeAR


i do not fear that which moves in the shadows at nite
nor that which crawls or slithers through corners and crevices
i do not fear that which has sharp teeth
or claws like a tyrannosaur rex
i do not fear taxes or inflation or economic depression
or things that go BOOM
my only fear is to wake up in a world where everybody
loves the same color
prefers the same wine
believes in the same gods
talks about the same issues
and live the same lives
to wake up in such a world, would be the end of my world

“Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief - J. R. Lowell"

"There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity -  Michel de Montaigne"

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  1. Phat18 June 2011 at 13:42

    Fear is good. Tastes and likes; even better. they are the engine of growth, woven into the very fabric of our being to make our stay on earth enjoyable. We are where we are today cos of these. If i wake up in this world to see what u dread come true, i'll fear as well....... if it's in another world, i won't be bothered!

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  2. Kwabena18 June 2011 at 18:43

    @phat: lol...quite insightful perspective!

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