The need for humanity to depend off of a leadership role to define right and wrong goes far back in history; in fact it goes beyond what is known! There are many reasons why one creates a deity with set rules. One reason circulates the idea that our psychological evolution has been based around becoming civilized enough to thrive in a group. In order to do so, one must create a set of rules and their opposites to promote that control to maintain a certain societal behavior. Following these set rules, is a deterrent and reward factor. If one disobeys and engages in what is societally considered as wrong a punishment must follow; if one obeys and engages what is considered write within a culture a reward must follow.

Of course, this can just as easily be established through a law. The need for a God also runs deep into the need for a purpose; a reason to live. In a world that is surrounded by su ch significant physical and psychological suffering, a hope and purpose is seen as vital to many. After all, what is the point in residing in such a terrible world if there is no God or reward following this terrible existence? Humanities flaw of overlooking the best beauties in life has resulted in a constant search for something better. This search has likewise resulted in the need for a purpose in a world where humanity is inflicted with self awareness and therefore aware of the brutal suffering that would hold no meaning if not for an esteemed God.

That being said, with the combined need for a God and moral societal control, it has been established through the idea of paradise and great suffering the idea of right and wrong. A founder of religion, and the leaders of that modern version of the religion then have the ability to manipulate morality so to fit their image. This is proven by considering some of the things that were once considered right or wrong in the past and how those beliefs have changed in modern day. Morality itself is subjective to the generation of man, and therefore the definitions of good ad evil held by an esteemed god are defined likewise with a reward and punishment following every action.

C#

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namespace Language

{

class Program

{

static void Main(string[] args)

{

var paper = new TheStory();

paper.TellIt("Morgan Le Fay", "Talisien");

}

}

public class TheStory

{

private string[] MyHeart = new string[] {"light", "love", "breath" };

private string title;

public TheStory()

{

title = "Two";

}

public void TellIt(string you, string me)

{

Console.WriteLine(title);

var us = you + " and " + me;

Console.WriteLine("The tale of " + us);

Console.WriteLine("My dearest " + you);

foreach (var item in MyHeart)

{

Console.WriteLine("You are my " + item);

}

Console.WriteLine("-" + me);

}

}

}

English

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Two

The tale of Morgan Le Fay and Talisien

My dearest Morgan Le Fay

You are my light

You are my love

You are my breath

-Talisien

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I don't know a foreign language so a programming language C# is the closest I could get :)

in the same ways im sure her loop could be endless

as stagnant and traumatizing as mine

i often look in the mirror and

imagine the parts of my face she found beautiful

maybe still does

maybe wished she did

few are the mornings where the wind blows by me and forgets to leave your flower

that blue one with petals that look like linen

last night they woke up in my pockets and i simply

pulled them out to sprinkle on top of my head as

i laughed and played in that warmth of that smile you left me

the last time i saw you

many times you don’t believe the things i say to be real

but i might try to convince you of my innate insanity

for one i

am currently addicted to words and have been

thinking of you for a while and writing the ways you intrigue

me in this book i keep in my wallet

small things you hide with your voice

and your eyes as you speak

i often catch emotions you are afraid to express

but those blue bulbs are much louder than you could ever imagine

and its the job of my pen and this small book to remember for a while at least.

i would eat breakfast with you most days. the other ones ill squeeze juice into a clean cup. draw a doodle of you with your arms raised up high. read a newspaper.

the sun is setting quickly but the lights still orange on your face. take your sunglasses off for this one please.

remember that im thinking of you.

He likes what he likes, and he likes it a lot. In some way, that makes him easy to be around. Predictability goes a long way, you know? Whatever works. Sure, he gets bad mouthed, but who doesn't? At the end of the day he's just like any one of us; looking out for number one, looking for something that makes you feel... good. He's just that much more resourceful, you dig?

I have never been fond of multiple choice, and yet, that's the kind of life we always seem to be bleeding...  As vulgar as it seems, this is in fact how it is that I have arrived at my definition of Love. The question of the ages, with the clock ticking, and me sittin' biting my nails over every option given.

(A, B, C...  I believe I'll self-detonate without a shot of turning something in.) 

Option A says Love is a Thing, a highly desirable philosophical Ideal; an abstract Idea...

Option B says Love is a Person, the one with a chest like an infinite wood burning stove...

Option C says Love is a Place, a warm familiar haunt that calls and beacons like home...

What to do?! In the name of Love, I close my eyes, and cross my heart, and I...

Circle All of the Above!

...and as I'm poised to sign my name to the page, I have a certain doubt. I'm not sure if I'm in... or if I'm out? Time is nigh and I  have the sensation of Falling, fearing that I am doomed to pass out in the course of this Exam... Then suddenly, it's like the answer is in my hand. There in the margin, beyond the question box, I sense some kind of room for rational redemption and I scratch in red (so the proctor will not miss my addendum), in my own haphazard words:

—all of these and none of these! the only actionable source of Love, is here... inside Yours Truly... as a Verb... the defined true Love, so in search of... (not me, for me)... but for all...

...to See.. to Be... A Love... for the World

#DefineLoveInYourOwnWords #ChallengeInspired

<font face="Helvetica" size="3" color="silver">02.05.2018</font>

it is still,

and quiet this night

i saw a star a while ago,

the same one i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning,

just before daybreak,

greeted me

lonely star,

alone in the northwestern sky

fourty feet off the tree lined horizon

twinkling in atmosphere's air

moving from the still fixed gaze

of my still, propped head

suspended in a pool of water

my tired body, bouyant warmed

for my lonely head

the movement of the earth

perpetually from time immemorial

from west to east on its axis eternally

as i lay still, immobile

this lone, sacred star

moved ever so slightly

by the turn of the universe

as it moves from west,

to the north of east

movement ever so miniscule

to my transfixed eyes

like movement a growing plant,

in the shadow of the turning earth,

slowly in the space

i haven't seen it since

it's been the weather

or my hurried state of mind

for that lonely star,

the same i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning

just before the daybreak greeted me

this evening there was a mist,

a fog in the air

it had been raining,

a welcomed rain

the kind of rain you wait for,

but it comes by hard to get,

the kind you pray for,

if you be a God fearing man

when all is dry,

and your thoughts stick

to the back of your world torn throat

the kind of state taken

when locked up inside

four walls of climate control

devoid of question for its absence

that is the rain

or the sound of quiet

the kind that soothes the soul and mind

absent the vibration of 5G

technology

when in the state,

of no time to see stars,

given to the warrant, of the thought,

justified by the drought

to global warming, perhaps

for lives, if affected,

move along oblivious,

content,

or else in a state of unconcious atrophy,

devoid of the complete history of man

substituted for the present state of things

the scientific lie

and if it should scuff the reality of such,

the truth of the truth

then be quick to curse,

criticize the Almighty

as human nature prone to do

though they may deem themselves

agnostic

or

atheistic

or

evolutionists

or pantheistic,

in such quelling

their displeasure and discomfort

until it comes,

whether the rain,

or

a relief of pain

and then the resumption of the course

of daily living,

believing all things will endure

no thought of tomorrow's demise

for we are not eternal

apart from the sacrifice of the son

and his enduring love and grace

i miss that star

i equate it with the rain

that came what seemed to be too long,

that helped against the drought

that helped me place myself

a reflective state to talk with him

i wonder what lies beyond it

i know it's still there

whether i see it or not

i know its beyond my grasp

for now it shines,

in the bright sunlight

of day unseen,

but still there

just like reality

it speaks good things

it shines at night and throughout the years

as it has since its creation

it will shine and witness the end of this age

and it will shine until the remaking of the cosmos

as God ordained

i will make time for it again

it has a name

God gave them all one

one day i will know its name

i will be granted to know its purpose

when i and those who yearn for a new age

a new kingdom

to replace this corruption

will shine like it

and brighter still,

because

we yearn to live the truth

we aspire to right

we love, love

we love the Lord God of eden's stage

the creator of all things

believe in him

lonely star among trillions

shining though untold dimensions

in a vast unending universe

replete with untold wonders

lonely star,

i wish to ride

upon your waves of light

and reach the edge of forever

lonely star,

shining light in black of space

like you i stand and live by grace,

bright in a fallen world,

sustained by fearless hope, i stand

in his promise of immortality

A single word escapes these parted lips

and filters thru your ardent fingertips

cascading ever near to linger

upon your receptive ear

trembling with emotion

before falling

in...