When we can't rely upon the chain of custody for evidence needed to prove a crime took place, I return to one who, dangling by the passages we use to communicate with, taught me that we will die teaching the lesson we're meant to learn.
Our judgement is human, and forgiveness is a lonely refuge, but limits to our constitutional freedom of expression include no right to fighting words, or advocacy for lawlessness. That it happens does not condemn us, we're just being taught to draw the line ever nearer to God.
Distinguishing between our motivation for war, and the need to satisfy our desire for love is necessary to hateful young men who result from domination. The more we struggle to control our lives, the less we're able to enjoy them, so we seek acquaintance with others more capable of tolerating our point of view.
I do not choose separate myself, nor do I require it, but the heart beats of its own accord, and breath is drawn without a thought or care. Duress, like hatred exists! To ignore that fact, and deny others the lesson it teaches would render us gutless as well. We do not condemn life and the living, but when we're not welcome, there's no will to return.
The composition of a sentence cleans clear through to itself, but corruption of documentation is evidence of the fact that contracts have been violated, and that we've been misrepresented. We share examples of information that is not authorized, and the consequences of doing so to be clear, that our boundries might be easier to understand, not to be harmful.
We cannot blame children for lack of awareness in these matters, or ignore the pleas of the One who wrote them in the very beginning, but to put the innocent and their efforts away for expressing outrage about traditions we question ourselves denies us all the opportunity to grow, evolve, and challenge a form of domination that's no longer useful.