I like how the Quakers came by their name, out of a show of disrespect. Keeping on a hat. Not taking off a hat before a King. Thank you Mr. Penn. Its cool that someone would stand before a King and sorta, in a way say something that means, there are things greater than the simple rules you make, and the powers you've granted yourself. and in a way it leads me to Eugene Chadbourne, "how can you can kill me, I'm already dead". That my soul, it lives by my rules.
no doubt, a serious burden, a struggle I battle within myself through out every day of my life, dealing with what I feel is right and wrong. Its not a dark struggle, not a depressed state of mind, more liberating, excepting my flaws, with pain, and also many realized, just simple, joys.
so many times I just get happy holding up a middle finger. and others, simple compassion, and a helpful nudge to someone, in a bit of need. a hand on the lower back, and like a small push up a hill.
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