I really care about what you are trying to
accomplish, but whatever possessed you to
try this technique, I don't understand." "Shut
up, it's time for you to die." "Do you realize
the message you're sending out? You are
asking people to care about other people...
by killing and hurting others." One woman
began yelling and screaming, and the other
stopped her. "She'll be very quiet in a
moment." "No... I won't." I said, looking at
them very seriously. "If you shoot this body,
it will simply disintegrate and I will manifest
a new one. I'm sorry, but because of my
purpose here, I will not go away with
something as simple as the illusion of a
gunshot." They looked at me, grabbed my
shirt, and held the gun to my head. I didn't
wince or respond. "Do what you gotta do."
I said.
Suddenly, she dropped her hands
and began to cry. "I don't want this, I really
don't. Why does it take something like this
to get the attention of the people? Why do
you have to go to such extremes for them to
notice injustice or cruelty?" "I don't know
that answer myself," I said, "I battle uncaring
in my own world, my own realm. I cry for
injustice, I cry for the environment, I cry for
brent
(Brent)
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