Most of the time some of us operate under the umbrella of a collective psyche,
passivly we concede it is the Gods (fate) pulling our strings.
Stevie Smith the poet wrote of this:
An antique story comes to me
and fills me with anxiety
I wonder why I fear so much
What surely has no modern touch
passivly we concede it is the Gods (fate) pulling our strings.
Stevie Smith the poet wrote of this:
An antique story comes to me
and fills me with anxiety
I wonder why I fear so much
What surely has no modern touch
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