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The need to control, says a man in some book I once read, comes from a deep-rooted fear that the past will repeat itself. That the future will somehow repeat its cruelties and harshness if we do not plan, prepare and prepare a strong defense..offensively.
Those who need to exercise the most control over their environment and the people in it, are those who are most terrified of what might happen should they no longer have any idea what to expect.
A young boy sits, absorbed in the joy of the moment, unaware as yet, that he is about to be slapped into submission.
Unaware, so blissfully unaware he is, that this moment's wonder is not lost on him.
He feels it, breaths it, lives it and is so in touch with who he is and how this moment relates to him, that he knows what that cruel, clubbing hand had long ago forgotten...
There is no past to fear when you are a child, just as there is no past to fear when you are an adult, there only seems to be. And the future is wide open to all sorts of possibilities that cannot be shut off from you unless you allow such a thing.
You cannot be stopped from living in and relishing this moment by the cruel hand of a fearful mind unless you succumb to that misguided brute's fancy.
No, sweet child, you were not wrong, it is a beautiful moment, perfumed and glorious from sunrise to sunset. It is the hand that you do not see coming that is mistaken, that has forgotten, that is living the lie, not you.
You are a prince, about to be imposed upon by the peasantry. The choice will soon be left in your heart and hands:
Fear, or this glorious place in which you yet are and can always be.
Here it comes...choose well...
(SMACK)
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