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+#+TITLE: The State of Perfect Faith
+#+AUTHOR: Marius Peter
+#+DATE: 09/11/2019
+#+LATEX_HEADER: \usepackage{fourier}
+#+LATEX_HEADER: \usepackage{nopageno}
+#+OPTIONS: toc:nil
+
+The young boy was in a state of perfect faith.
+
+He couldn't readily explain how;
+there was no how, much less a why, he hadn't followed a path nor read any recipes,
+but he was in that state. He didn't even know it (as It didn't depend on knowledge,
+or any conscious effort for that matter) so he couldn't speak about this particular state without compromising it.
+
+Grown men jeered at his forced attempts to explain his state, pointing out its uselessness;
+they believed he was idle, contemplative, unproductive.
+But the young boy didn't believe in anything, he had risen above, he was everything.
+
+The young boy had answered the most important questions.
+Thus, he was blind to grown men's blindness;
+they spent their lives torn between the guilt of a selfless action left unrealised,
+and the remorse of a realised selfish one.
+The young boy couldn't see the difference between himself and what was not himself.
+He saw only actions, lacking any particular instigator, but which could propagate good or evil.
+Helping himself or helping others made no difference -- he would certainly die, insofar that he might've been born.
+
+And this may be the most remarkable aspect of his faith:
+the young boy doubted his birth every day, seeking a broader basis to his faith
+than reasonings he could only hold during the short period spanning his physical birth to his spiritual death.
+Yet he was never spiritually born, thus his flesh could physically die.
+
+However, he reflected grown men's liveliness, he created the illusion that he, too, has grown attached to his body.
+But he wasn't his body, he was a character on a sheet of paper,
+a incantation for the mind's eye conjured by magic words that speak to the Soul.
+The young boy only existed if you believe he did, but remember,
+he himself never believed in anything, he had risen above, he was in everything and everyone.
+
+The young boy was in a state of perfect faith, and the grown man believed what he wanted to.
+But the grown man had forgotten that He was never born, and only hubris could've lead him to identify with his body.
+The young boy saw the world as it was, but not through his own eyes. The young boy was the world.
+
+Only grown men that had killed the young boy inside were unable to see him everywhere they wished.
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