At the 67th min I thought...
We often forget the fundamentals of the co-ordination of
life, yes, life in its fullest potential. Our joys are found in a vast
and diverse digestions of circumstances, trials and opportunities. One that
has been given prominence to in the week that we are in, is the power of giving.
Whether it is giving to, or giving back.
We have been given a name to do it in but, I will implore
you, I wish to appeal to the senses that come innate to our being and found wanting
to our conditioning, which we, in our generation have fallen into. Before
we all give in the 67 min, we should ask ourselves what mercy and what grace we
find ourselves in, sitting at our desks with means to eat and with means of
shelter. The hand of fate could have dealt a different hand to us but it
is possible that it was a fourth father prayer that we have substance
today. The appeal, in no way, means to play fiddle to your emotions or
manipulate your senses thereof to do something on this day or with this time
but it is merely a question... Do you or don’t you.
I am convinced that we all spawn from a God seed, one
that is never ending and never drying. We spawn from a universal power
that the greatest of men have paid account to and yet still never
understood. We hail as descendants of a mightier will, than that
which brings the sun out in the morning and keeps the days in their
course. It is because of this that I too think, that this time, for this
day, at that hour, is given as a derivative of one man’s fight to liberate and
to instil virtue into barren minds... What I want you to see is that it has
been and is in all of us. In some it is greatly accentuated, because of a
Blessing that s bestowed on them by that Great Power.
I believe that a greater good was done when the weaving of
this day took 27 years to be realized, an even greater one for generations to
come to be emphasized. I believe the word legacy should have been threaded or
rather changed to Nelson Mandela
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