To appreciate joy in another, I must have joy in
myself. If I lack joy, I am unable to appreciate joy in others. A fiat, of
course.
I believed in her capacity—to move swiftly, so evolved—I
never thought about it twice: “She gives as she has received.”
He was a man of excellence, seemingly humble, I never
gave it a second guess.
He
read cutting edge books, gambled to gain excitement, a soul for making things
click: I never guessed otherwise.
She
was gifted, like shamans, and hurting for breath.
If I am happy, I enjoy your happiness, if not, your
happiness—reminds me of my dearth of happiness. A fiat, of course.
Philosophy
of any nature—is alike to beliefs of any nature, a person gives them life. The
person negotiates with the philosophy—and magic occurs.
There’s
a rare creature, we sense it, he is sad, and happy for the joys in others.
Another fiat, of course.
