# 30:

If you wish to bring joy and love to others,
you must be full of joy and love.
You cannot give what you do not possess.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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No Regrets

The butterfly does not miss being a caterpillar.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Kathy Hardy
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# 17:

Question everything
and perpetuate what is good.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Of This World

We are not in this world. We are of this world.



~ by Russ Allison Loar
Artwork by Julie A. King ~ website?
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# 82:

Consider how your vision of the world
is created by your emotions.

Then, set your emotions aside
and take another look.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Peter Pantheism

I am a Peter Pantheist.

I have a childlike belief that everything is a component of God.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 93:

People want the security of knowing
and so spend their lives
cementing their beliefs into place,
constructing the impenetrable wall of self.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Pretense

What you pretend to know,
 closes your eyes to the truth.




~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Painting "Futile Regret" by Roberto Gonzalez Fernandez
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# 239:

I cannot prove angels exist.
It would hurt their feelings if I tried.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Afterlife

The first tribunal was with the chickens.

“According to our records,” the chief justice rooster announced in a loud, screeching voice, assuring he would be heard all the way back to the very last row of the cavernous courtroom, packed with clucking hens and muttering roosters of all kinds and colors.

“According to our records, during your lifetime, you have eaten," he paused with grave solemnity, "the equivalent of 8,693 chickens,” he declared, pointing his beak menacingly at me, his wattles inflated with indignation.

I shivered at the totality of it all.

“The accused shall stand before this court.”

I stood.

“Do you wish to make a statement before sentence is passed?”

“Yes,” I barely answered in tremulous voice.

“Proceed.”

Summoning up my courage, knowing there was little I could say that would alter my fate, I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and at the top of my voice cried out:

“Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!”


~ by Russ Allison Loar
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