When did guilt first occur in human consciousness? Is there an adequate definition of guilt? Should it be there in every human? How may have this feeling evolved? What’s a better alternative to guilt–so that instead of there being a massive dose of it for failing to attend mass, the human heart creates its own mass in the name of joy for the gifts of life…
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We’ll tell this lie once and suspend
Our constitutional maturities: no sainted eye
Stays sheltered when it tans
Its angel-engined predilections down
This packed beach, the sand
Matting our faked infinities
Acupuncture for the soul’s doting on
Being’s larger elemental lies
We bar whatever truth that holes us
In this gut-Sunday swim
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