GHOSTS IN THE MIND
There are no ghosts among the living
The only real ghosts exist in our minds
So fear not the dead but the living
Because the living can harm but not their ghost

Have you ever seen a dead man risen?
Don’t you see that nobody comes from the grave?
It’s because the dead are nice to each other
Even the vilest repent, and are kind to their neighbors
Each one content with the land of their lying

If anyone views himself as being totally perfect in the actual sense of the word, he is undoubtedly imperfect in God’s eyes. For the thought alone is one of presumption, impurity and imperfection. One may rightly strive for perfection pertaining to character and spirit, but must bear in mind that he will never reach its purest form within this human body. The fact that he has strived for it until the end has made him ‘perfect’ in the eyes of God.

But this time as soon as he moved she began to fade. He stopped at once, not breathing again, motionless, willing his eyes to see that she had stopped too. But she had not stopped. She was fading, going. “Wait,” he said, talking as sweet as he had ever heard his voice speak to a woman: “Den lemme go wid you, honey.” But she was going.

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