Sunday prayers August 6th, 2023

"In the memory of those passing and during the war and during the pandemic, we give our condulescence to those family and the relative their heart ache and cried over this sphere of the Earth where their heart cannot be heard, or burden be upon those per weekend they used to believe in something, and then the illness strikes, and someone died. From the virus or the bacteria, or some kinds of the stomach discomfort included. People's thought only let that God in the space of all knowing know. Be that the secrecy of the privacy home, they contract the disease and spread, or the chronical, or the cancer that over turn their age, they becoming the out numbers of those deceasing souls. Life after life, carrying a part of that memory of that every one life. No difference in this one life scene neither. To that Eon and Kalpa, per weekend since so many human results of the today, that this one life is no difference than any other life, so that ordinary bestowing death and disease were also no difference in their cry inside their heart while that secrets being re-veil or never will, and because of the weekend routine, that face becoming the last stood of the past memory, everyone else lingers and quietly got affected by. Some of those personal experience its when people living through the sadness and the barrier or losing the nearby, side by, the appearance and the personal acquaintance, between the man and the woman also vivid to see on the TV, the great friendship that carried them on, the past of the enmicity. 100 years will pass, and those living of every 20 years brackets were no longer burden, be that 52 weeks a year, 20 years per saying, it was the face in front, the voice to waste every 2 hours of the Saturday will make a life called the life upon this Eon and Kalpa yield results. It may not have any meaning, no one exists have a meaning, I can personally tell you that. For that I written this seal of the prayers, will going on Every life lasting forever. This is the true reality of our time. 52 weeks a year makes one revolution of the Sun, and whom can take down the sun? It was 9 sun 5000 years ago fool says. The primitive legend and a psycho if not ADD, its they die in hygenic. Those absurd sadness over the deceased ghost tale be scene behind, if were there true form. It all started with the sadness wild ghost in the end. Let that be the spirits of the cheerful always be reminded that humanity, the only lesson of that yield didn't bear that fruits in the end, you wonder, how every says and every emotion incremental instrument over this tears, and heart pulling, its per weekend, you can only have 52 times trying to go near, and die on the 40th time of the 40 years best friend childhood never end. "