Anthony Han (April 19th 1992 til infinity. / Monterey Park. Raised in H.H.)
The World Family
No words to explain my actions are needed. No readings will be required. For any being that has senses. For any one soul that has good. Will know that what I have done from the days of March First to March Fifth was nothing special.
I say it is nothing special as though personally I do for myself. To teach a principle of life.
To teach a path to a world we can all dream of. A world from this testament of our time. Is a certain promise.
The world will listen. The world will know what to do. With no pressure. With no true pain.
I am and we are evidence of this. Evidence of those of the past. Of religions, of all sorts, of tyrants, of kings and queens, of bards, of villagers.
And the greatest to be proud of. The inspirations of our present and future. That understand I rationalized as a human being.
To do what we all wanted to do. To break reality and at the same time recognize reality that to just live this life with even just a single step to be more wise, moral, and rational already makes us a hero to the future. As long as we keep our walks able.
I say to the world it is nothing special. There would and have been a person and many in the past that would have done the same choice I have done. They were most likely born a mind alike to mine. A heart alike to mine. A sense that this world is too precious to watch to suffer if they were capable for the role. If they never tried to do what they dreamed to do. If they never felt the righteousness and power from just being on this rock. The Earth we should love as a Teacher that speaks a language we all know.
A Elder we should be able to learn to respect at least once in our long lives. Longer than most of our neighbors on this planet that we are disrespecting beyond our needed survival. That we also put its life in vain like a soulless creature. For how can we say that when we may very much be animals ourselves. At the least that we can not learn from the natives who don't have what we have? That in that fact alone they have survived in nature. While being just as clear for their communities?
Just as any other Elder at least one point in life. The oldest of everything on it. That the earth cried to me. The Heavens willed it. As much as I proclaim myself a Atheist. I don't claim it to be. For I have not truly died. I have not the validity to say that is nonsense in itself. However that in itself has provided me the strength.
The desire, the energy. To do what I must. So that I can now tend to my next priority. My healing. And Know I very well have the family of the world. Know very much that I may call each friend and stranger my brother and sister. A family of the Universe.
I would never be here at this time of March 5th,2013. With the resources in my reach and the convictions I hold true to.
I say this all with not regret. No blame. Never there was as it was just a need to understand. So that the rest of the World as a Family. Can slowly and safely come together. A man I met I trust can trust in me. From a single conversation we had just after my treatment. A treatment that had no pain at all. Just relief. Realization that I must tend to my healing. Otherwise I would have failed to capture. This masterpiece of life. For the future generations to experience.
When it has become understood. By the Experts capable to understand my message. The tools and resources I have provided them these 5 days. Across my face book, my poem hunter, and my Deviant art. This is my big fire of a soul. And perhaps we can at least try to better ourselves. Promised that I will do what I can to clarify as much. In my time with my world. But do not push me. I am still growing on the inside.
~ Han One Sail 3/14/13 4: 59 PM
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To join the rest of the herd.
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