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What is truth anyway? The truth is the essence of something, its natural state, something as it really is. It is really a quest for love, because to truly love something we must know it for what it really is. Perhaps we can sense in an unconscious way that there is a deeper truth to everything and everyone, and we are led to search for the truth about it, so that we can truly love it for what it really is.
Sorry Mr Armstrong I think your heart is probably in the right place. If I wanted to I could rebut most of your article, (I haven’t got the time...
Let’s see where he goes from here + I’m sure it won’t be a quiet little cottage by the seaside. The trajectory of their careers is measured by the...
Forever Evil (No matter what the news states) AmeriKa + Israel + UK = Your E Team! For extreme evil, worldwide. Verified by AI LEO
The peer structure for reviewing medical and science papers is dysfunctional. Much like present peers themselves. Lots of spoof NWO nonsense...
So maybe this was a plate movement that triggered an earthquake? A double whammy.
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Once there was a wicked witch in the lovely land of Oz. And a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch there never, ever was. Till one fine day, from Wuhan way, coronavirus caught her house. That brought the wicked, wicked witch her doom, as she was flying on her broom. For the house fell on her head, and the coroner pronounced her dead, and thru the town the joyous news was spread: "Ding-dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go, below, below, below, yo ho. Let's open up and sing, and ring the bells out ring, Ding-dong! the merry-o sing it high, sing it low, let them know the wicked witch is dead. Ding-dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead."
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