Emotional Negotiations in public with broken open hopes on the table
(Example Number Fifteen)
"Did you know the way in which we grow is in a vent?"
PART ONE
Public Class Observation {
int blessingsOnBlessings;
int membraneThreshold;
boolean openSpace
boolean inConfirmation
public Observation(int blessings, int threshold, boolean space) {
if (blessings < 1 || count > 8) {
System.out.println("Invalid reservation!");
}
blessingsOnBlessings = blessings;
membraneThreshold = threshold;
openSpace = space;
}
public void confirmReservation() {
if (membraneThreshold >= blessings && inConfirmation) {
System.out.println("Affirmation confirmed");
inConfirmation = true;
} else {
System.out.println("Affirmation delayed");
inConfirmation = false;
}
}
public void informResistance() {
if (!inConfirmation) {
System.out.println("Unable to affirm observation, please contact witnesses");
}else{
System.out.println("Please injoi your forgivenesses");
}
}
PART 2
"Forgive me for I have trespassed against myself" said the leaf as it fell from the tree.
"You have until the bottom of your fall to accept the work you've done and respect the work you have not done. After the window is closed, and you have become one with the total sum of fecundity then you will see, feel, and know, that your trespassing's have been forgiven" the tree whispered between its branches with an utterance of clarity. From there the leaf burnt through a million more chances than it ever thought it needed to follow through with.
"It is from this motion above us to the motion lain out below us that we have come to know, truth was not made to be pleasing. Though it is the satisfaction of establishing a place for ones soul that keeps the ego working on new ways to get back home." The leaf released all the moisture it had retained allowing the photosynthesized values of our closest star to return to the source of its own mental emotional life course.
As it fell, forevermore,
only moments from the floor...
A swift breeze swept in and lifted it up beyond its wildest dreams...
A million extra chances? No, but still at least a hundred thousand to be sure...
"it is within this gift of being uplifted one might think we could sink into a whole new kind of swim. Yet still I wander, in spite of not being lost, only to find myself paying an unexpected cost... it is the loss of our most comfortable arrangements that lead us to the discovery of our next most appreciative containment." The swift breeze eased its way to a hault, and the leaf continued its fall, further from the tree, deeper in a fault.
As it fell, forevermore, left with only a single moment before hitting the floor...
A strong gust thrusted its way beneath this leafy thing giving it a reason for wanting to sing...
A hundred thousand lesson ready songs? No, but still at least ten thousand extras to be sure...
"It is all around me that I see the unseen trust in something so much bigger than us, though I know my attempt to tell others will have been misrepresented as much, the bigger the trust the harder we hold to that which we think we must." The strong gust pushed until it was pulled away by the convection currents that lived to sing yet another day.
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